Race Day

The cross carried its message across
the winding path, down from the steeple,
where not many really listened

Because it was race day at Fairyhouse

All the Meathmen were betting
heavy coins in stained hands,
placing their hopes on Dougan's little mare

No need for church bells today

Yet the way the race ended
there should have been more prayers
from the congregation, rain-soaked
The gelding named Joseph won