Midnight Mass

THE

CRIMSON

CHRIST 

Red cassocks

For the Altar boys

At Mass on

Christmas Eve. 

Red cassocks

For the Altar boys

For those who

Don't believe 

Yet creep into

The church's womb

At Midnight Mass

Each year, 

They crave the sight

A drop of bright

Bold red

To stop their fear. 

And down the nave

The torches click

And clack the

Opaque glass 

And that is so

Their senses know

To hear, smell, see

The Mass 

And then the

Elevation

Transubstantiated

Bread... 

Confessed-converts

Scabbed souls with hurts

Bleed white

By Crimson's red.