the fabulist recited a fable. a commoner distressed,
knocked the parish door of a priest. i have killed
a man sleeping with my wife. what shall i do?
the priest grimaced. the commoner killed him too,
& on the run he went from parish to parish killing priests.
on the 99th day in the 99th parish & bloody exhausted
he cried his confessions to a priest. you are forgiven he said.
the commoner dropped dead with a smile on his face.