(tanka)
Father John woke up
Roused by a sudden crash
On the kitchen floor
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I sought shelter from the rain
In frayed book pages
I used to sit at the head of the table
And listened to by all seated
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Our community
Lies surely on hallowed ground
Nunneries, seminaries
In every street a chapel
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Whither will we go
I have traveled the low road
And you took the high
Ne'er shall we meet again
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Shadows now cast east
With somber grays quaking on the grass
It seems only a while t’ was noon
And the sun shone bright
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Come let us gambol
Trampling down wild flowers
Jumping low bushes
Scraping your knees on sharp thorns
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The zeal of the crusades
Persists resolutely to this day
Shackling the tractable faithful and
Hounding the wretched infidels
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