Small cold pendant of St. Mary
on my soft lower belly,
A heavy gold chain around
my neck.
your choices, your choices,
your choices
your choices led you
here, gave this to you.
your wreckless, your fateful,
your long languished choices.
You are a disaster, and
in God's Wisdom –
unfurled confetti roadkill on the road
to God's Kingdom.
sweet little carrion birds, carry me
across the finish line,
I can only pass through heaven's gates
in morsels, as misty spray
– torn apart
I decided to cross the road without looking
and it made all of the difference.
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