We called a session with the Catholic dead

got little sense from them

but it had to be done.

One woman in mob-cap and woolen shawl

ranted about Peelers the price of flour

a bewigged man condemned

the whoredom that had left him poxed.

A fat man took an apoplexy over women’s rights

died all over again

while wan adolescents thronged the back

coughing blood.

A lechery of priests were first to comment

McQuaid in scarlet stepped forward

to speak for us all insisted

that no decision should be made

without the input of all the faithful departed:

life is too serious a business for those

with eyes clouded

by a future.