For Ben
In the old chapel,
the Keepers of the Flame
hunched round a table.
The abbot locked and bolted the door,
then solemnly handed each man a bowl.
Into each bowl, he poured
a portion of Frosties, and some milk.
They ate in rapt, ecstatic silence
while in the vaulted windows
saints gazed down
disapprovingly.
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