He Stood At the Door (2004)

A big man of the church brought my
Father into that priestly fold--
A man’s man, robust, earnest, of
High intellect and wit, captain
Of a flagship church in downtown
New York, friend of AA, tougher
Than any sin or crime or bum
creed, pal of industries -- That man
Took my young father in, and there
In some stained glass and old wood nook
Of that good church, sat him down,
Unzipped his fly, and commenced the
Secret hot communion of gay sex.
My father at nineteen, chaffed from
From the boys, rose flushed, now God’s man.