THE DEAF PRIEST

I remember how he used to pray for a player

So earnestly and fervently

He finally got one

He would play series of prayers on his new player

Repeatedly so

I used to watch the flame in the frame, the glassy one

While I listened to the serial play of prayers

Fascinating it was

To listen to prayers and confessions

Of who gleaned grave matters among the greens

And feasted on flesh in the fresh

It was horribly intriguing

Especially when he was clueless about his midnight crew

Who would pry the ply wood apart

And snoop on the prayers being played

Secret prayers and confessions of ones long gone

I always wondered why he did so though

After all, he was deaf.