Who knew your name-

As you picked up the rice-

That fell from your hands-

As you lived in your dream.


Father McKenzie wearing Your mask-

That he stole from Your jar-

By the door-

Writing some words that he hopes-

No-one will hear-

No-one will care.


Look at his scruples-

Tired and tied up-

In the holes of his socks-

That no darning will heal-

No-one will care.


All the lonely people-Looking for prayer.


Eleanor Rigby—Dying in church-

And Rising- along with her name-

Everyone came.