'Mary, Under Glass' served home-style <br />by the last, the first, waiter on the aisle <br />between the trees of Benediction <br />green. Under rain, under fog, <br />under night calls booming, screeching, <br />'Are you hungry, little pain? Do you pray <br />with muddy fingers, up to Heaven? ' <br /> <br />Do you, have you, should you, little <br />customer? Linger over cheesecake <br />baked today...ask not the leaven, <br />or the crust...not what filling...in God <br />you must trust. <br />Not the waiter, waiting at Mass... <br />scribing 'Special Today' is <br />'Mary Under Glass'.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mary-under-glass/
