SAINT MARY OF THE SEA POSTS A LETTER: TO THE SIREN HUNTERS, BE WARNED
SAINT MARY OF THE SEA POSTS A LETTER:
TO THE SIREN HUNTERS, BE WARNED
i saw what you did
when you made sure no one
was looking
with your greasy palms
and molasses fingers
her tiny dress and the stain that could not bleach.
you know god told me she hears you
at night, praying that
it never happened
but the bad news is sour
gum in your nail beds
the burrs and
blood they left behind.
it is far too late to pull out
what was put in the body,
take back your sizzle toxic palms
or the thumb s m u d g e left
in these corners
dear guilty -
dear gluttonous swallowers of low hanging buds -
there is
always grime stick evidence
of what you have left behind
and god has asked me to boil you clean
before the sentencing.
if She does not string your hands
up with wire
you may fear the softness -
how even silk rips out your wrists
and peach blossoms gore sanctuary from a distance
how the hooked worms live
and you don’t
how it blisters and drips to be made marked skin by blood
and to be pushed in
long before knowing how to fall
know my flameless mercy to be request of her
prayer :
only the young empty
will you touch now-
no thing
no body