There is a priest in a village
near me who says a monk’s
work is necessary [viral arts
of God urge his ego] – A pint
in his local is holy water – In
his rectory he studies other
works of other gods & finds
uncertainty in his ripe soul –
He needs a windsweptness
to feel worthy – a gun mic’ll
pick up his thoughts across
a crowded bar – a shepherd
of C of E believers [Sussex’s
ever comfortably lost flock
tip their drinks – Bless him]