Folly’s Feast – Arthur Dylan Scott

Even when you’re not looking and especially after dark,
Vagabonds and villains find a purpose to embark;
Into the inner rectory, past the baptismal font,
Lurking and a laughing as they congregate their haunt.

Little are they noticed while they’re taking out their tusks,
Until you feel a slight of hand, as daylight turns to dusk;
Reapers start a reaping and the harvest starts to swell,
Keeper demons capturing the secrets you won’t tell.

Sanctimony and sacrilege, these behaviors are a treat,
Individual apathy invokes a mighty feast;
Neglectful and indifferent, ne’er acknowledging our part,
Unyielding in our absent-minded folly of the heart.

Sit back a little longer—go ahead—make yourself at home,
After all, it’s not your fault, you never could have known;
Little liberties here and there, the loss of life and such,
Leave us numb to what’s to come, and how it became so much.