Day 179 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day ubiquitous meaning: "being present everywhere at once."
Secrets
Two young lads are at a church
They clap their hands
After the sermon
But no one joins them
Can you imagine what they must think
Two young lads one in his bed
In the seminary the door creaks open
He has an expected guest
It is just the two of them
Their two pale bodies in the starlight
Can you imagine what they must say
Two young lads one recites the chapter he's been taught to memorise his eyes keep each line keenly
The other sits on the church pews
The other one can memorise little save for wrinkles and hairs and age and wrongness
Can you imagine all that they do not say
Two young lads one approaches the other as if to speak
This is the ultimate confession
This will be liberation
But the tall men in their capes are near at hand
They make a wall
The crowd of others their smiles untroubled unwrinkled un-smeared
Imagine all he will never say
Two lads in a Covent
The lad behind the pew is tall and full-minded
He finds the second lad jerking by his head as his body rocks
He forgets he shows the body conveys it happily to the earth
Buries it all
Asks no questions
The boy is ubiquitous
The Covent is a crypt of questions and secrets
Imagine all that might have been.
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