lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


27 August 2006

74: O Holy Might

As if she was a saint --
she isn't.
She wasn't, and won't.
They stole her from daylight and us mortal ghosts.
But like joan of arc or dare we say - Jesus,
we'll praise her and praise her
based on famed reputation
you know: word-of-the-mouth
with those gaping lips.
she was wonderful, yes, and she will be missed.

And she's lucky to get off on such a head start
with accomplishments, maybe, and the fakest heart.
So let's patronize her, our city's tragic story.
Make our own sacred connections
in the heat of the dark.