Obuče najljepšu haljinu

i potpuno nove štramplice Peggy

zvono zove na misu

lakirana tašnica odsjeva

prolaznu ljepotu

u njoj zvecka

sića za obdarivanje

sve drugo je već dala

dugim koracima

mjeri put

ulazi kroz okovana vrata

progutaju je

u blagoslovljenoj vodi

okupa vrhove prstiju

puste znani trag na obrazu

sjedne odzada lijevo

obred započne

                                                  falset pjevajući govori                   

njen pogled bježi                                                                                                

                                                                                           desno                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          na glave bez šešira                

                                                                                               s pijetlovim perjem

                                                                                                u drugoj vrsti

                                                                                                petoj             

                                                                                                šestoj              

                                                                                                jedanaestoj             

                                                                                                četrnaestoj             

                                                                                                u nekoj po jedan

                                                                                                u drugoj po dva

žene su na njenoj strani

na  klupama samo nedjeljom

nerazgledanost su kupile za svoj mir

misli pri kuhanju ručka

grijesi su prepušteni ispovjedniku                                                                   

                                                                                         njihovi muževi

                                                                                            mali i tihi

                                                                                            ona ih poznaje drugačije

                                                                                            snažnije pune obećanja

                                                                                             zaklinjanja

                                                                                             lažima su je ovijali

                                                                                             da je lopovima darivala iskrenost

                                                                         Amen

prva zastane

pri izlazu bez kandila

mimo nje žene i po

pohvataju svoje uglađene muževe

pod ruke

što nose kući plate

one daju ognjištu blijedu svjetlost

i svaki dan uglancaju lanac

oni pa sretni

da je juha puna rezanaca

ne vide

uz trepćuće svjetlo

neće rasvijetljenosti

preslabi su

za istinu

Pogleda prema torbici

da bi iz nje uzela maramicu

odsjaj pokaže trpki osmijeh

župljani će cijelu sedmicu čekati

da otvore srca kršćanskoj ljubavi

ona više ne čeka.

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