Saturday night mass,
24 Hours of Le Mans.
The Bishop and his Franciscans.
The driver and his pit crew.
He steps on the throttle
of one blessed Porsche hybrid.
The homily the apex
the holy water the pit stop
the wounds the collisions.
One prototype one driver,
one bread one body.
Like a leaky compartment-
an oil spill.
The horomes the reactions,
tarmac and exhaust fumes.
That’s not all it,
heat and combustion?