*it is as if, saints could could be coming again.
as if it is us, us saints, all saints
could be less,
"less of the least"
and lo, us, less and less sanctus than
(then) these saints
are all going to fall.
*then let them box
with themselves
in the shadows, and find
more a saint than those
who cast their robes and habits
to the furnace
* for who has has eaten
the least of their piety cast
cast the first fork to the floor!
and feed the saints a bit of
grass and snail
with a chuckle to their ribs!
*and lo, the seemingly unseemly
veneration of spirit and flesh holy
enough for the whole, Lot
and company and company,
and company have not
at all become what wasn't
our song, our song of denigration
for the saints!
*and yet, yet we all know that
nothing, of nothing when we speak
of it, as if, it is
is only yet
those saints, who have had
not yet a tête-à-tête
with God