Today's poem is by Penelope Scambly Schott

Sacrament of the Moths

Dust from a moth's wing is lint from a prayer.
In a vault in the Vatican, they collect that lint.

The Vatical Vault of Sacred Moth Lint
opens second Tuesdays from three until six.

Lines of the pious spit-shine their coins
as they wait to kneel upon sanctified lint.

The tonsured Father who samples the lint
reports that it tastes of flute. He also tests

bicycles, beatitude by beatitude. This chain,
he intones, hath snagged another angel.

You've heard him: he pedals through dusk
as if it were moth gauze, dinging his final

crepuscular bell.

Copyright © 2009 Penelope Scambly Schott All rights reserved
from Six Lips
Mayapple Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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