perhaps He chanced
to spy on a virgin dance,
but His heart was held
hostage in America
He was left to see her divinity
being swallowed by a man made of clay.
He tore her down to her rosary
and fell for a line from dismay
He had forgiven if May came with flowers,
but it was yet June and the bugs had
started biting and burrowing deep
and his phalice was a swollen creek
It was a shame, really,
to watch these two
share a moment inside a shrew.
Who knew?
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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