Could we be so shallow;
Our Lord appearing,
Holy Bread singing,
To the tune of a little show;
Maybe dancing, a miniature
Man, enveloped
And quaintly clothed
In a gaseous, super-
Terrestrial space fog;
Might we still insist,
The sameness of the routine, desist,
Change; a new prologue,
Written and directed,
Contemporaneous
With what most pleases us;
Our boredom liberated?
Gary Edward Geraci
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