I Left the Cloister

I left the cloister
Not wanting to leave
But death hid as a foister
Sneaking up my sleeve

Too many years later
A stranger told me
That he would cater
A spiritual spree

In that place
Up near the Bronx
I couldn't face
The presence of skunks 

I considered the unicorn
And that unique goblet
Unable to scorn
Nor even be upset

For the cloister knows
Life’s succession 
As future grows
Through individual recession

Now I return
Late at night
While candles burn
In my blind spot light sight

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