Pass the Rosary

January 3, 2015 § Leave a comment

The men line up outside the tower; one by one they stand

In single file, in ghostly light, they pass the rosary

Without words, nor looks, but pomp: the beads move from hand to hand.

 

Ceremonious exchange conducted in roguery

With just the clock tower, and its knowing minute hand

Tracking transactions and glowing above in rhythmic glee;

 

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