Tag: saints

• Edicts of Saint Benedict the germaphobe

  St Benedict’s edicts  Whom time repealed  Archaic, mayhaps draconian  Strictures governing shoe removal And hand hygiene amongst priests Whom breaded flesh grasp leavened Glory uproarious during the offertory Droning gospels like distant hornets Before the monstrance Iconic Ur-consciousness  Golden incense censers furling Redolent furlongs afar Farflung by Boreas, well-lunged.

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  10th Jul 2024

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• St. Stephen, no wren friend

  Somewhere in Dublin a frigid forecourt in storm North King Street worming behind Four Courts Wet catchyourdeath chill alright, oldtown silhouette Later belching towers’ll smoulder there, giant cigarettes Nearby St. Stephen’s lazaret Outside which stabbed faction fighters are left after a decent Donnybrook Melee broke out, two villages a single scrimmage Such blood spillage a…

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  8th Jul 2024

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