He's Out There

Oh, the priest could talk,
the no talent SOB was good
in front of people,
praying for Katie,
blaming infidelity
and non-Christian lust
for her murder,
what a guy, while the family
needed comforting, not blame,
not warped theology,
not some goddam priest
smacking his lips
at the wake, drinking
the good wine, and
holding Jen's hand
like he understood.

the murderer's out there,
he's watching,
and if he runs,
by god, I'll track
him down, no goddam
priest all comfy
in his church,
self-satisfied in
his old Victorian home,
can take our love away
with platitudes
and a fake, ohsoholy smile.