Monday, September 14, 2015

About Those Purple Socks - Poem

Lawrence Hall

About Those Purple Socks

Graham Greene’s Monsignor Quixote

The world had no more use for any of them:
An old Communist, an old priest, an old car
All of them well into their horsemeat days
And so they fled, and crashed into the truth

On a chivalric quest for purple socks
Wandering on the road to Golgotha
Their Stations of the Cross a cinema,
A pair of Guardia, a brothel, wine

And so they fled, and fell into the truth
There at the foot of the Altar of God

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