Maybe It’s Time to Share Father C’s Secrets

When Father C came to me
the first time,
he came completely empty
handed ..
That was long before he was
ordained though ..
The next time, was in a very
vivid dream, or so
it seemed and which for some
reason, was recurring ..
On those occasions, he came
with a sparrow
and a robin, nesting in each
of his already
warmed and open palms ..
He then looked
a lot, like a saint might look,
I thought ..
And now, I think he planned it
like that all along ..
Later upon my waking, he smiled
and bid me follow him,
with ice-creams and a pocketful,
of chocolate
and those cheap candy bars ..
Only recently
I heard that Father C has since
served time for
touching up lots of little boys ..
Apparently
both in and out of the school
where he
once taught and even in those
damp, dark,
and dusty rooms behind church,
where I once
sang in the choir and he used to
carry me
twice each week, high on those
broad shoulders of his,
 but only on choir practice nights ..
However, I’m now
pleased to report, the last thing
I heard, he was again
under close police surveillance for
a handful or more,
of quite recent, indecent offences ..