Father O'Sinner   Father O’Sinner is not his name (not quite),   Though it should be and not O’Connor,   Which was the name bestowed by his stepdad,   Who drank and killed himself aged forty.   Here he lies this foggy midnight on the cradle   Of his drears and prayers. Faith does not   Fructify; it is dirty. On a mattress   Hard his rump   Swells, bruises   His core parts, the body revolts   Amidst all this blasting and mildew.     Life gone old and fat around the waist.