For the most part the Guild does not get involved in the affairs of men or state or the state of affairs (although they have been known to have affairs with men)
Even wars and rumors of wars
nothing must disrupt
the donning of the bowtie
eternal task to mark
every Eighth Day;
Sundays, and Feast Days, weddings, and funerals
(although people often source those out to commercial florists
because our age is depraved)
This time
Say the Words
Make the offering
Stand by
the routine makes a path
activates a circuit
Look, with heads bowed
Who is this King of Glory?
Behold, I stand at the door and knock
Blood marks the door
and all were crying
—Glory
Cool stone echoes
holds the soft dark
fragrance of beeswax, spent
smoke of tree sap, burnt lavender
Salt in the water by the threshold
Hush now—