St Malachy’s

I take from the Collection –

silver and copper

palmed off the platter

I grow to be King

of the game ‘Lookalikes’

picking out the faces of the famous

I keep a straight face

kneeling at Holy Communion

acting transformed and saved

I lip-sync hymns

in my Sunday best and dream

of the bowling alley afterwards

I play with panache

the child part of Saturday

Confession

the expert manner

I deal with made-up Sin

and Penance

Me,

Myself,