now who's for a prayer in the chapel are you coming or do say you will
i'm conducting the prayers in my seersucker shirt and my jodhpurs of cavalry twill
we'll be holding the sacrament later when i change into something divine
it's a cloak of deep noir with a lining of rouge so it won't show the drips from the wine
then for afternoon deep meditation i wear green for it helps me to think
and when i feel thoroughly cleansed in my soul
i like pastels and
preferably pink
sometimes i wish i were high church instead of so painfully low
for on feast days and priest days i'd really let rip in my sequins and ermine and mo
but what put on where for confession something somber and deep set in folds
or to match all the stories of succulent sin
ruches of scarlets and purples and golds
i must say i'm pleased to be different and always stand out in a crowd
for in dull clergy clothes i would not be seen dead
not without my reversible shroud but at least in my own congregation i can dress in the fabrics i want
velour in the vestry
shawtung in the crypt and my teraline trunks in the font
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