He sits within
In Pontifical silence
Watching and waiting
His unctuous words of
blessings ring
Hollow benedictions in
softly spoken melodies
His blessings are for
good boys
Of the practiced
plastic variety
Yet under holy oil
Rage in turmoil roils
A rage unholy and
profane
A fury that rises to
gates of heaven
He sits in suffering
silence
Till man neuters his
rage
And neuters himself as
well
God forbid that man
should rise in potency
And phallic sword
unsheathed
Should rise in loud
protest
And garb himself in
reality
Than synthetic
spirituality
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