One. Exterior. Cathedral. Daylight.
Establishing its beauty
In elevation, stained glass, and stone carvings
From its huge doors suddenly comes
A flow of white-clad choir boys
Angelic, white surplussed
All bobbing in a disciplined stream
But then suddenly in their midst
Startling, ridiculous, incongruous
Is Martin, a young man in an ill-fitting raincoat
As the boys proceed in their orderly way
Martin is left alone
Peculiar, disturbing
Which one...which one will it be?
Two. Interior. An office near the cathedral. Daylight.
A view of the cathedral through the window
Alone in this Dickensian office
Above the small printing presses
Sits Mr. Bates, middle-aged, meticulous
Writing with a gold-barreled fountain pen
He's finishing a little verse
Beneath a picture of an angel:
Although we all must sometimes stumble
As we journey through this life
I've never heard you moan or grumble
The perfect mother and wife
Bates places the sheet of paper
On top of a pile of similar sheets
His face heavy with contempt
He stares into the middle distance
A framed photograph
Of a lively, attractive young woman
Patty, his daughter
Is in front of him on his expanse of desk
He glances at it
He caps his fountain pen
Neatly puts the sheet into the pending tray
Neatly lines up his blotter, his desk aids
And, satisfied, rises to join the homeward throng
Three. Exterior. Cathedral precincts. Fading daylight.
A few people bobbing along with the anonymous
Near vacant, tired expression of home-goers
Which one...which one will it be?
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