Pat Is Son


         Pat's mother, nee Marie Maher, loved the
         Saints, the assessable, magic, candle hungry
         Saints. Each child of hers a saint. Pat Patrick

                     In the light of old .
                     Churches, light sucked up like
                     Soda through a straw

         Pat fetched vanilla sodas for Mrs. Riley
         who was dying of Cancer. This he knew.
         136th St. Bronx, N.Y. 1945
         "Here we are like just poured drinks"