the sad vicar

the sad vicar

The vicar walks in front of the funeral procession
appears a bit wobbly, perhaps due to elderliness
eyes are watery, and the smell of lotion is too strong 
He lost faith years ago praying in churches, asking 
to be released from his throbbing masculinity 
which left him affairs with female parishioners
past their first youth, but with adult feelings about 
sexuality hidden in a black dress of widows 
God had left him, he blamed himself especially now 
that he was no longer young his discreet advances 
were no longer useful.
The vicar had lost his faith, he went through rituals 
that had no meaning, he was not a man of the cloth 
His mother had been deeply religious and wished 
her son will join the priesthood which he did partly
because to please her, and the idea of saving the world 
from the evil that lurked in the heart of man.
He didn't know at the time, his male sexuality was
his downfall, when he knew, it was too late to do 
anything about this problem, that youngish widows 
was happy to assist in solving
Someone called his name, deep in thought he had
walked past the interment place, ah, they thought 
our old is lost in prayers