THE HOLY GRAIL
Love is not love which alters
When it alteration finds
Shakespeare, sonnet 116
To deconsecrate a church
the relics must be removed
the stone of the altar broken
and consecrated glass removed
The Holy Catholic Church
And yet the breaking of the stone
may not remove
the lofty chords still lingering
in the loft
Or pull them down to
brimstone sermoned
floors
And you my love once sainted
in my eyes and heart
by the holy waters of endorphins
and other bawdy fluids
How can you ever be
anything less than holy