The Messenger Who Gored
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
I know of an old woman with an eye
Of pewter, no, not even purest tin.
Her revelations from Christ’s temple sky
Gave insight into other Christians’ sin.
The chief among these was the pope whose crown,
Three-tiered, spelled out the number six six six,
But brothers and the sisters in her town
Were sinful. She required them each to fix
Iniquity inside themselves and act
Accordingly. Their hunching hands involved
In self-abuse were slime. So, lacking tact
She told them that their souls were not resolved.
She also said that smoking fathers’ sweat
Could harm their infants. She wrote out Christ’s threat.
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