This was not the Mount of Olives;
the closest the people of Rinky-Dinkville
had ever come to a mountain - or an olive, for that matter -
was when ‘The Terrible Twins’, Bobby and Billy
(now seated in the back row, aiming rubber bands
at Father McDowell’s outstretched hands)
had blown up their parents’ backyard winery.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky,
yet Sally McCormack, eyes wide shut
(police panties in a terrible twist), got the feeling
that a cloud formation had snatched the moonlight;
call it sixth sense, call it a hunch—
hell, call it a lonely police matron’s intuition,
but she reached for her gun in the Book of Revelation.