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.