Maybe It’s Time to Share Father C’s Secrets

Maybe It’s Time to Share Father C’s Secrets

 

When Father C came to me

the first time,

he came completely empty

handed ..

That was long before he was

ordained though ..

The next time, was in a very

vivid dream, or so

it seemed and which for some

reason, was recurring ..

On those occasions, he came

with a sparrow

and a robin, nesting in each

of his already

warmed and open palms ..

He then looked

a lot, like a saint might look,

   I thought ..

And now, I think he planned it

like that all along ..

Later upon my waking, he smiled

and bid me follow him,

with ice-creams and a pocketful,

of chocolate

and those cheap candy bars ..

 Only recently

I heard that Father C has since

served time for

touching up lots of little boys ..

Apparently

both in and out of the school

where he

once taught and even in those

damp, dark,

and dusty rooms behind church,

where I once

sang in the choir and he used to

carry me

twice each week, high on those

broad shoulders of his,

 

but only on choir practice nights ..

However, I’m now

pleased to report, the last thing

I heard, he was again

under close police surveillance for

a handful or more,

  

of quite recent, indecent offences ..