Now’s the time for wooing,
but instead they choose to use the boot.
Those men in black might find, however,
that they’ve kicked a landmine
which blows up in their face.
The congregation knows all about
the cover-ups and secrets
that lurk behind so many cassocks.
Not to mention the mass
lining of a million burrowed pockets,
while the Catholic empire is strewn
with AIDS orphans, the homeless and the starving.
It’s a new approach, adding insult to injury,
one I’m betting will create a further exodus,
as every thinking Catholic rises up
from kneeling, walks back down the aisle,
shaking holy water from their fingers.
This betrayal is more a hiss
than a kiss. Time to burn some incense,
rid us of this stench
© Afric McGlinchey
German Catholics lose church rights for unpaid tax
Afric McGlinchey won the prestigious Hennessy Poetry Award (2011). Her début collection,
The lucky star of hidden things, was published in 2012 by Salmon Poetry.