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			<title>Baptism</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 1997 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>Honorarius handed his robe to the catechumen
 
<br>
 And picked around the bones of the Creed.

These are rough times, bitter times,
 
<br>
 Even the tent makers aren&rsquo;t working.
 
<br>
 And Chrysalis, the weaver, and her daughter,
 
<br>
 Plunged through the neck
 
<br>
 After seven desperate hours on the grill.
 
<br>
 Robes are scarce, and Christians share.

The word had come down from Phrygia
 
<br>
 Through Rabelae, a good man, and steady.
 
<br>
 &#147;It is worse than the days of Decius.&#148;
 
<br>
 And some say even Nero, but how could that be,
 
<br>
 Garroted to young ash trees,
 
<br>
 Lighting the way to the feasting halls?

It could be.
 
<br>
 The soldier-emperor, son of a slave,
 
<br>
 Sharer with his comrades-in-arms.
 
<br>
 Now wearing a diadem of pearls.
 
<br>
 It could be. Madness? Diocletian?
 
<br>
 Or maybe the libellus again.

But now the vestibule was ready,
 
<br>
 The candles lit, the necks craned
 
<br>
 To watch the brilliant hosts go down in glory
 
<br>
 And rise again to a new life of light.
 
<br>
 &#147;I will always be faithful  . . . &#148;
 
<br>
 &#147;I will always be faithful  . . . &#148;

The night through the open door
 
<br>
 Seemed to Honorarius like a black cocoon.

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			<title> The Filling</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 01 Apr 1995 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> Cobwebs jammed the punched out holes
 
<br>
 of the handlegrip.
 
<br>
 It was a galvanized piece, except
 
<br>
 where the faucet stem met the faucet body.
 
<br>
 A crescent of rust proved
 
<br>
 the spigot had not been used for years. 
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