Magpie # 111

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Over & over I’ve heard you,

Over and over.  Always from

Women;                                 

Poets and otherwise, adoringly

They refer to you.

I’m appalled, a Roman Catholic,
Schooled in the sacrilege of
Suicide’s
Mortal sin.
Don’t speak too loudly
If at all.

How can you

Glorify her?

And so, never have I read your verse;

You are an abomination,

And besides, you are a poetess

Who drivels in metaphor, simile,
Ancient references…
Abstrusely!
I read you today-
You’re alive within
Me.

So clear in your obtuseness,

I sense if not feel

Your pain.

      I’m your convert…
        Say hello for me
            To your
              Father-
And mine,
        Should he pass by.