by Rick Mullin
The liberals were shocked and grieved
about the tête-à-tête.
The pope and that Kentucky clerk?
...Well, some were less upset.
Conservatives rejoiced as did
the silent Christian Right.
A sit-down with il Papa lent
true credence to their plight.
But then the news about a hoax,
a photo from Peru.
That prayer-meet was a football match!?
Well, everybody knew
an explanation would arrive
to wipe the tablets clear.
A memo from the Vatican.
And, sure enough, it’s here:
It seems the pope was Shanghaied by
some bishops on the ground
gone gravely rogue in Washington
or somewheres there-around
who propped Kim Davis up amidst
a group at some event
contrived for papal blessings in
a big white floppy tent.
A PR stunt by Huckabee
and flunkies of the Huck.
No big surprise, we know these guys
and recognize their shuck.
So everything is back on track.
Godspeed the Holy See.
The Family Synod starts this week.
God save the family!
Rick Mullin's most recent volume of poetry is Sonnets from the Voyage of the Beagle, published by Dos Madres Press last year.