Timothy Murphy

Visitation

I had a dream. I hosted three young monks
and put them up on Wickham Corwin's bunks,
in a duck shack so many hunters haunt.
My seniors by Saint Benedict's decree,
these robed friars had come to pray for me
and not to murder birds as is my wont.
Shadrach, Meschach and Abednigo,
go to your furnace. Let the angel show.