By Pavel Chichikov
Saints of all the times and places
Assembled in Alphonsus' church
Like doves they occupy their niches
Cooing as they show their faces
Or perch like eagles on their pulpits
Preening angels' ivory pinions
Or like the Virgin and her Poppet
Conveyable they sit on platforms
Fixed with arrows, clutching keys
They huddle griddles to their bosoms
Earless hearken to the chants
Noseless smell the spreading incense
Still, they linger to advance
From chancel and along the nave
To some unvisionable dance
A bright migration rising in a wave
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