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Thou shalt pass the plate of brass

With felt to deaden the ring of coins

Or take the collection

In bag of leather or bowl of wood

Remembering to avert thine eyes

At the widows mite

And the rich man’s notes.


Thou shalt wear a smile

Of indifference

Even unto those who turn their heads

Or pass the parcel quickly to their neighbour

Or over their shoulders

Another trick

To avoid embarrassment.


Thou shalt pay no heed

But silently count each head

As requested by Father

To calculate

The Diocesan contribution.


(c) David Subaccchi.2004

Liverpool poetryWelsh PoetryWelsh Poets.David Subacchi



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Sat 20th Apr 2019 23:02

This is a lovely and faithfully written piece with a sting in the tail David. A whole way of life hangs in there and you have delivered it with panache and the scanning is perfect.


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keith jeffries

Fri 19th Apr 2019 23:00


Honest, true and humorous.
Thank you for this..


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David Subacchi

Fri 19th Apr 2019 22:42

You can find more of my poetry including performance videos here on Write Out Loud or simply by searching on line for DAVID SUBACCHI.

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