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The Parish Priest and a Lazy Wooden Bench
Bending, bored
Burning in the church
Am I supposed to listen to you
While you take your time
To make up for the
Disinterest they had for you
You have them at your mercy
But don't you try to beat on their heels
They are helpless
And all they know is to kneel for you
How pitiful are those who believe
That the quest for salvation
Is in your soliloquies
That settle your ego
More than our faculties
And you feel you have to speak
Oh so slowly
The turtle footsteps of your words
Slowly nibble on my patience
Chewing and grinding
Itching and bleeding
There is nothing like
Having to endure the ceremony
Of uttering the poetry of prayers
That has lost its flavor in time
And it has been a habit
Mechanical, crippled and miserable
How I would like to lie
On this lazy wooden bench
poems ©
Ciara Mia Marasigan
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