The Wooden Fence

Behind the wooden fence,
Crisscrossed with crosses,
Confessant and priest
Square off.

"I have sinned!" One exclaims.
His voice is delicious to the suit.
"I have done wrong!" He continues.
The priest imagines an embrace.

"It is unbearable!" He laments.
Ungodly torment assails the father.
"What must I do?" He pleads.
Breathlessly: "Tell me. Everything."

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