Vampires at Vespers
By Michael Power - Welland, Ontario, Canada - 27 August 2015
slip down from heaven,
whisper their way to St. Kevin's,
their wings, like weathered shutters,
open and close on the world below.
They hunger for voices not their own,
as if they were vampires at vespers.
Greedily, clumsily, like virginal lovers,
they feast on the choir's honeycombed hymns,
they drink in the gooey nectar of its songs,
until delightfully drunk on the humanly divine.
"Sing on! they cry, "Sing on!"