All rise: the sun and the bodies beneath it
Amen.
The coffee smoking like candlewicks.
The soft bread burnt black by heat.
Lord, have mercy.
A long cleanse under scalding rain water.
The concealing of flesh in robes.
The ceremonial kisses on cheeks.
Christ, have mercy.
The slow shuffling of car feet in long lines on the highway.
Glory to you, oh Lord.
Rising, sitting, rising, sitting.
The sheepish study of sermon in sky-reaching cathedrals.
Cycles of worship and penance under incandescent glow.
Hear our prayer.
Another slow march.
More kisses.
Another helping of holy meal.
Lord, have mercy.
The wine, sipped slowly as the sun sets.
Christ, have mercy.
The eyes closing as the light departs.
Amen.