No Sex for Priests

The horse in harness suffers; he's not feeling up to snuff. The feeler's sensate but the cook pronounces lobsters tough. The chain's too short: The dog's at pains to reach a sheaf of shade. One half a squirrel's whirling there upon the interstate. That rough around the monkey's eye is cancer. Only God's impervious—he's deaf and blind. But he's not dumb: to answer for it all, his spokesmen aren't allowed to come.