Ignatius and Alphonse

Inside a private wide and wise repository of epiphanies,
two monks – Ignatius and Alphonse – reside whose light responsibilities

include the gestured passing of a silent code – a mode of messaging
with which, it’s said, the two of them can tell the future – presaging

our destiny with such unerring bright reliability, we’d quake
to see how right they always are. That secret handshake

may conceal, however, even more than Alphonse’ and Ignatius’ pokes
of thumbs in palms convey about our fate. Their fingers tell salacious jokes.

A clue (among more than a few) came from investigating someone’s charge
that every time they meet, the middles of their golden robes grow large.







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