Leaving the sacristy I again took the biscuit tin,
I checked my gown for the morning mass and
Saw the clean cruets ready for 7 o clock,
As an alter boy the doorman let me in with a resentful tedious wave
And why he always looked so resentful I never knew
Tapping once on the hallowed door of the enclosed convent
I glanced disrespectfully at the wire wed scaled last night to catch the evening rise of trout
Pledged to silence as they were the only nun I knew to speak was an oldish one
She was always bent in some pain or other and always said
whose this strange boy she said breaking ger oath of silence I thought.
They usually just siglanled or clapped their hands as if they were calling chickens,
But this one was much younger than the rest ;
She put her waspish finger to her mouth and signalled me to follow and this confusd me .
I was usually sent round the back where they baked the hosts, but she
Now led me throught the inner hall which amazed me in its size .
- dont be afraid .. we dont bite you know
She was actually speaking this woman of silence , which also surprisd me
It must have been around the angelus time , but their bell had such a flimsy sound that you arely heard it .
But I could hear the other nuns singing through the walls that majestic musuc that made thenm holy
- you dont talk much little man she said
- were noy always silent you know,
As we passed along the dim corridors I was thinking of what they said had said that each nun only a room the size of herself and her own coffin in that cell .
- youre a thinking boy arent you she said
- dont you ever speak ?
I trembled at the thought but now I asked her if it was true about the cels and the coffins
- ahh she said
- - do you want to see my cell .
She took rom her habit a chain of keys and opened the cell , opened the door and said
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