conversing with walls that should not speak

know clue. just happened.

i was most depressed today
after hearing the testimony
of the confession booth.
its walls told me a great many tales
of hate and greed and human travesty,
and i wished that somehow
i would have heard
perhaps a word or two of hope.
i would hate to be a priest.

Reviews

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... ah ... dark and biting ... slices and cuts ... ravishing verse ... and these lines are immensely memorable ...

and i wished that somehow
i would have heard
perhaps a word or two of hope.
i would hate to be a priest.

... a 100 again for the razor sharp comment that this verse is ...

[Marie Harrison]

I liked it. A lot said in a few words.