Behind the grimy concrete and
Glaucoma’d glass old Pelles groans.
He feels the stain grow wider from
His thigh, and looks for meaning in
The ceiling cracks.
Mordrain, spastic tetraplegic,
Turns towards the upraised Host. (His
Head is all that moves.) The priests some
Formulaic salve dispense from
Elsewhere a youth is kneeling at
A stream, and catches silver to
His downy lips. By this refreshed,
He cycles on again to do