A Threatening Hand

Everyone listened, but nobody talked,

as the Vicar rode on by

 

His horse an old swayback, loaded with bibles

stove hat pointing up toward the sky

 

Everyone listened, but nobody smiled,

as the Vicar stormed and raged

 

“To hell in an instant, to hell you’re all going,”

   bony fingers turning the page

 

Monday till Saturday they spread their delight

catch-as-catch-can, then again

 

But Sunday morning to awaken in fright

—and face the Vicars threatening hand

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

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