The Modern Pious Man

There’s a capital “M” he says,

munching on a pork meatball.

He sizes me up

and dresses me down

with his eyes.

He says he used to box,

and that he smokes.

And no, of course studying Science

doesn’t contradict faith.

A man of few words,

he manages to find enough

to order wine

and tell me I’m a sensation in bed

- or was it the desk

or the table

or the floor?

Anyhow, I pray

I won’t see him again.