A misty morning Stirling
A misty morning Rome
Fog in Rome is swirling
Like incense sets the tone
Pointy hats in numbers
Red stoles everywhere
Crowds waked from their slumbers
Brave the chilly air
Francis in his wheelchair
Leads the cavalcade
Giorgia Meloni bright fair hair
Shawl over shoulder blade
A simple mass befitting
The quiet teacher’s way
No fanfare here emitting
Just quietly kneel and pray
How long will Francis keep on going?
The next thing on our list
Resigning pontiffs overflowing
Questions in the mist
But this the edge of everything
What happens when we die?
We trust in God a splendid thing
Now eat your apple pie
Brian Fahy
5 January 2023
Erris Poetry 