The Devil Takes Communion.

Returning to her seat,

she kneels and covers her bowed face,

her straight solemn face,

 in the open book of her hands.

There, concealed from those about her,

does she grin, or just inwardly laugh,

delighting in her private devilry,

the eyes dancing in her head,

or is she so buried in her part

that the joke is lost upon her?