The priests are coming clean,
or so it seems, and stepping out
of their dirty dungarees, soiled
with years of stain, the tears
of children, the blood of Christ
who remains silent at times like
Whether John Dorroh taught any high school science is up for debate. However, he showed up every morning at 6:45 for several decades with at least two lesson plans. His poetry has appeared in Dime Show Review, Indigent Press, Red Fez, Message in a Bottle, Setu, Piker Press, Tuck, Eunoia Review, and several others. He splits his time between Mississippi, Illinois, and cool places such as Iceland and Ireland.