Three monks sitting around
in their robes and pajamas to chat.
The day has been long, the night
will be short, and they’re not sure
they want more of that. God
was a motive, they said, for
their jobs, but by now they would
trade with a bat and a ball,
or a bat in a cave, or a rattlesnake,
goose or a mouse. They wouldn’t mind
being a mouse. They wouldn’t mind
being a mouse by half. Being a mouse
made them laugh. Next thing they
knew they were on their knees.
Next thing they knew, theywere sniffing for cheese.