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
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.