Tuesday, June 21, 2016

ROCKEFELLER CHAPEL I



In Rockefeller Chapel some messiah
Had fallen asleep next to a pillar
Gathering shadows about him.
You and I were there for the music
Sung by a choir invisble in the loft.
I would gladly have looked at you
The whole time but, foolishly polite,
Stared at the altar or the windows.
When the music ended I did not say
"That man there -- the skinny one --
Was sent to save the world,
Or at least
Hyde Park. I wonder;
What made him change his mind?"

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