Beyond the velvet curtain we could see them:
men in suits, moving around,
doing important things, making significant
gestures. The old men in red
were gliding to and fro. They carried papers
and microphones. Someone lit the charcoal
in the thurible. Someone found the incense
in a little box on a shelf. Someone
volunteered to hold the book
with the Latin text. The little white hat
fit well: it would stay on his head.
The stole was heavy, yet he managed to lift
his arms to bless.
This prompt from David Weinstock.