Bag under the arm elbow guiding it
lifting it over the seats and over the heads of those already sitting
The seated looked up at the priest and his pistol face
What kind of relief will the people feel to have a man of god aboard
His face was never fully exposed to the onlookers
his holy presence flowing like a cape of ghosts through the aisle
Never knowing where and when to impose his godlike state
upon these ground heathens moments from the sky
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