Tiger may waken,
ambergreis spill.
Subsume yourself
in the solemnity of the mass.

Men in dark suits,
women with stern hair,
eyes like opium
passive in prayer.

Granite walls between god
and a boisterous day.

Laugh bubbles like cardinal’s song.

Girl on white pony
gazes at nothing in her misty way,
sitting sidewise under the glare
of a high New England sun.