Morning from the East

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Great Expurgations:
Kath e Chrism (not Schism but a catechism) I relate:
The tomb salute continues up the Cant (Kant, Chant) e Bury Road
As the Pilgrims chant their odes to the fallen
In penitential rite of pageantry progress.
Young bucks, Stallions as some would rather,
Flick their adolescent tails in delight
Of the ancient spiel of Chaucer-
In years to come a mourning rite appears in the East
As stallion pilgrims take to the Road in the garb
Of the one’s our team hath slaughtered,
Faces lined with knowledgeable expressions and respectful furrows.
The list of any dead, files upon the way;
Human litany a love moves yet,
Mourning the demise of much loved friends-
Not simply promoted, inspired and invested larger-than-life images.