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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Robin Sinclair


He Read First from Psalms, Then from Samuel.

"It's in these times that we remember
there are no lost causes,"

I would have snickered aloud, if not for the corpse.

"Addicts are but lost children
guided by false gods."

The Monsignor had never been more of a stranger to Mary,
the Wiccan bones in the box down the hall,
Who, like Saul, took her own sword and fell upon it.

He was a friend, though,
to her father, who told him a narrative of the girl,
who handed him a photo,
handed him a mandatory donation in an unsealed envelope.