The priest & the altar boy
ACT I
Celibate clergy-man
Cloaked in a priestly cassock
His Sword of The Spirit rises,
as hard as King David’s rock.
He unclasps his chastity belt
To defile the cherubic altar-boy
within the chamber of confessions
Veiled by hallowed curtains.
The slavish saints who
spy upon this sordid sight
Suppress their suspicions
through zealous prayers,
steadfast with downcast eyes.
After all,
what bestows them the right,
as lowly, subservient sisters,
to question the esoteric rites
of the divinely appointed Father?
ACT II
The boy, now a prodigal youth,
lies prostrate on the altar floor
stained with the ancestral blood
of the children who’ve lain before.
Begging at the feet of Christ
till his knees scraped raw and open,
He beseeches the seductress spirit
of Bathsheba, to be exorcised
In a dark, prodigious omen.
He believes it was he who
corrupted the Father
with concupiscent desires
& a cankerous love,
befouling the alabaster jar
of man’s godly worth.
ACT III
The priest, clandestinely transferred
by the diocese to a faraway country,
Is revered for his anointed spirit,
His gentleness and philanthropy.
From the pulpit, he admires children
in their frilly frocks and attires.
His heart overflows with desire
As he fixates on boy of seven,
weeping softly against
the bosom of his mother.
He keeps a pot of milk and honey,
as an offering once service is over,
For he yearns to pour out his passions,
within the shadows of his sacred chamber.
The realm of earthly law is transcended
for he knows that he is protected
by the church,
and the heavens,
who’ve sworn a blood oath
to uphold the facade of
righteous,
divine,
order.
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