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As cameras pointed, 
tuxedoed brief musical 
rushes, opacity of milk, 
history may occur. 
Storks are in the rushes 
and infants in the reeds: 
suggestions 
but no, not 
likely. 
something more pressing 
about cameras and weeds.

Reflections in 
trembling waters, 
and Holy Holy 
Holy Hosanna 
and all the rest 
of it hermetic 
like an oily 
brown paper 
bag, bottom of 
the river.

Slick Slack Slank 
way down the way 
to the river bank 
though so 
chariots may suffice, 
or yet a diving bell: 
tolls then like repast and 
penitents like trees felled.

Colin Bennett's questions:

Is the transition OK between stanzas? i.e. does the pacing seem choppy?

Is the rhyming corny and didactic or does it fit?

Is the development of the religious motif too in-your-face?

Thanks