No, grace is not enough to satisfy
the price of blood you dribble on your palms
and though you holy folks always deny
your horrid acts — so buried under alms
and chastity — their stink will always rise.
I have to hope that God has mighty ears
to hear the lamentation, mournful cries,
and hands enough to wipe away the tears
so wrought by pious men — an honest flood!