Attend Such Priests

Tarred feathers
in seam wings
laid heretofore

as if thoughtful
– a crisscrossing
of arms behind

& into clasps of
fingers – lightly
lip-touched rings

Breeding vanity –
expanding skulls
& slowing retorts

of our black-eyed
priests – fattened
by wine & bread

They’ll endeavour
to find weightless
flight in short-time

Their slow parades
under raven capes
instil a sort of fear

into those weaker
fellows in our flock
Attend such priests