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;
Watching the sanctimonious, post-ironic wasteland
Where men all come in unison then speak a homily
For a fading brotherhood conceived through divine demand.
For it’s a secret affair when men pass the rosary:
They share themselves amongst themselves, passing the sacred band:
Unified together as a clandestine coterie.
Their savvy set-up can easily avoid reprimand
With considered confrontation and daring drollery;
Nighttime trysts bathed in moonlight and a tower’s hour hand.
The clan’s as old as man himself: controlled skilfully
And is almost able to self-perpetuate unmanned
With friends helping friends and a mentor with a protégée.
Dawn breaks the circle thus disbanding the debauchery,
Leaving the faint-glowing tower that was there beforehand
As the sole witness; until the next night when they re-band:
Then once again the men will stand and pass the rosary.