No Sex For Priests
- - Heather McHugh
The horse in harness suffers;
he's not feeling up to snuff.
The feeler's sensate but the cook
pronounces lobster's tough.
The chain's too short: The dog's at pains
to reach a sheaf of shade. One half a squirrel's whirling there
upon the interstate. That rough around
the monkey's eye is cancer. Only God's
impervious—he's deaf and blind. But he's
not dumb: to answer for it all, his spokesmenaren't allowed to come.