'Mary Under Glass' served home-style
By the last, the first, waiter on the aisle
Between the trees of Benediction
Green. Under rain, under fog,
Under night calls booming, screeching,
'Are you hungry, little pain? Do you pray
With muddy fingers, up to Heaven? '
Do you, have you, should you, little
Customer? Linger over cheesecake
Baked today...ask not the leaven,
Or the crust...not what filling...in God
You must trust.
Not the waiter, waiting at Mass...
Scribing 'Special Today' is
'Mary Under Glass'.
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