A poem exploring one's spirituality |
Hail Mary, Full of grace, Mother most pure He is with you Like flies around my brain Ring around the rosie Ring around my brain Ring around the collar That chokes me like Communion. Like the subtle serpent in the Garden beneath the hedge of roses, A sorcerer conjures the clouds Making a stick look like a serpent, A stone like a scorpion. Blessed art thou amongst women. Hail Mary, Daughter of God the Father. My crucifix hangs low Caressing my breasts like a groom. Tease me like a young Schoolgirl who allows the boy to touch Her virgin breasts but refuses to Move on, refuses to sacrifice herself For his death. And blessed is fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Won't you be silent and let me pray. Pray for forgiveness, for the poor, pray For the church, for the sinners, For prayer's sake. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners. Hail Mary, Spouse of the Holy Spirit. The Madonna looks down. The moon under her feet, her head Crowned with a twelve star Crown and her veil embroidered With a bright, bright star. Sweet Madonna, Like a Pentecostal preacher laying hands On a sinner, trying to baptize in the Holy Spirit, holding my tongue. |