one blurred image of a man

with his baseball cap

pulled down low – incognito.

A large camera

(his personal albatross)

drags his round shoulders.

With his hidden catapult,

he’s just shot three holes, right through

the stained glass windows

of our ancient Listed church.

Three?  The Triune God?

With another two blasts he’d

have matched the Five Wounds of Christ.