THE SERMON.

Her rosary on
She moved along
the rows, to the first bench
He was now CEO, a higher notch.

Immediately he looked,
She pulled.

He ignored,
She pulled.

She pulled,
Now it pushed.

Outside,
The nice smiles,
Just a cline.
Ngina's was nearer
And cheaper.

He heaved,
And panted,
She lay,
He left a sign.

Now alone,
No Sermon,
She tries,
Pushes,
Cries,
And slowly dies.