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Right After The Bell


The Baltimore Catechism,

mornings at eight

Sister Marcella,

don’t ever be late

 

Its message didactic,

the devil to run

Each question, each answer,

with God zero-sum

 

Who and what made me,

and why every day

Resistance was futile,

dissent not displayed

 

An altar boy’s memories,

his sacristy torn

Still missing the process

—where freedom was born

 

(Saint Thomas of Villanova Chapel: December, 2021)

 

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