Unsanctified

Feet scampering to sonorous sound of the Sanctus bell,

summoning silently touching sleepers.

Washing of sweat stained hands,

donning of celibate white cassocks.

Ten o’clock.

The organ stifles the din of dreams.

Lifting  the communion cup

he whispers her name

she looks up

ashamed he has broken sacred silence

with their mortality.