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The Lasting Supper
A chapel for Chance,
with organ and singing
and a sermon like a supper by proxy,
persuading me while at supper
to supper after supper.
Poems on the topic: organ
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Suchness
Organs play for the moss in the garden,
the great beauty walks to cook:
my Zen.
The Upstairs Flat
The upstairs flat has been rented by an order of
monks, who get up at 4 in the morning and chant. I'd
almost rather the crazy woman with the TV set that ate
cats was still there, but she got married and moved
to the suburbs.
The monks have purchased the great organ from the
Fox Theatre, but none of them can play it. The crazy
woman had an accordion, and of course when she fed a
cat to the TV the noise was terrific, but I'm dreading
the day they get someone into the order who can play
the organ.
The man downstairs drinks. He hasn't noticed the
monks yet, but some morning when he's coming home from
the bars he'll see the black-hooded figures filing out
of the upstairs flat on their way to St. Peter and
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