When the Pope Died

by Daniel Thomas Moran

HIS Cardinals gathered and His Bishops too,
After His doctor said, ''He's through.''
What happened next was all in keeping,
To be certain He was not just sleeping.
The appointed one beside His bed
struck a silver hammer thrice upon his head.

But now the hammer is without its task,
And the appointed one three times will ask,
Holy Father this is surely our final plea,
If you’re in there I request that you answer me.
If it’s certain He’s gone off to meet His maker,
The appointed one says, ''Fetch the undertaker.''

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