nah, it's not a cult

there's smoke

and incense,

a solemn quiet

mystery,

stained glass,

and Latin, there's gold

chalices,

long robes,

old men,

young boys,

cloaked women

in black.

they talk about your soul.

they sing

songs you've never

heard before.

a bell rings,

there's beating of

the chest.

they collect money

and want you

to confess.

kneel. rise, bow.

repent, repent. repent.

it's not a cult.

not a cult at all.

just Sunday mass

at St. Bernadettes.