There are nuns.
There are no nuns.
We send them away.
Send away the priest,
send away the choir,
send away an invisible
angel.
We are the beloved.
We send away love.
One of us hungers.
One of us goes
blind from grief.
One of us steals from
the poorbox.
Share coins.
Share guilt.
Put two coins on a
dead woman’s
eyes.
She lies in her coffin.
She lies by the altar.
Did we know
her name?
