Poetry Sin of Omission From the collection, Folk By Jacob McArthur Mooney·Sep. 12, 2012 The priest was Haitian and unpopular, sent from Halifax to lift the church’s sinking numbers. Someone made a joke about colonialism. Someone made a joke about how he choked on certain words: roshery, Simmeritin, Good instead of God. He liked his vestments arranged in a reliable order, would reach for them blindly, one finger on his scripture. He had me come in early to heat and light the room, dust the Christ-bearing frames of the Passion. On the Sunday of the crash, he decided not to mention it, said Those people in the ocean, those people are not us. This appeared in the June 2010 issue.