All entries for Friday 18 November 2005
November 18, 2005
This was my own monstrance.
Sat up in my high chair I marvelled
At the fate of Roman soldiers
I looked at the table of my friends
With red still staining glasses.
Outside I knew gales still disobey,
They would break themselves before me
At the table of my friends.
It looks quite Catholic i think but thats not what i was thinking about when i writted it.