I SAW THREE NUNS

I saw three nuns go by the other day: Three upright coffins slowly gliding by. Funereal, black and chilling to behold, The ghastly shadows of a defunct past. The worms of ignorance and superstition Give to these dead, the semblances of life. The past has not yet buried all its dead. I saw three nuns go by the other day: Three upright coffins slowly gliding by.