Gloria Mysteria Poem by Leslie Philibert

Gloria Mysteria



Rows of silverheads bob sideways
as the god eaters gather in the aisle
and an angel with trainers dances under her chair.

A rosenkranz slides between mapped fingers
and a man in green holds a book high in triumph.
Belief has no greater strength than the word.

Outside the traffic.

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