TO THE KNOW-IT-ALLS WHO KNOW NOTHING.

Ya can keep yer priests Yer rabbis too. All yer mullahs, imams, Yer atheistical┬ácrew.   Politicos and terrorists, Who raise the flag Of sect and country, Leave me to my crag.   You’ve all the answers Expounded with certitude. Vomiting words ‘Times eloquent, ‘times crude.   I for one know nothing With absolute certainty. In…

“Sometimes … I just sits.”

    ” Each day, at round about the same time, the old man would shuffle quietly into the church, bless himself, nod towards the altar and sit into the same place in the same pew right at the back of the church.