One more political-ish poem from the 1990s, and then duty calls:
DID THE WOMAN SAY
Did the woman say,
When she held him for the first time in the dark of a stable,
After the pain and the bleeding and the crying,
‘This is my body, this is my blood’?
Did the woman say,
When she held him for the last time in the dark rain on a hilltop,
After the pain and the bleeding and the dying,
‘This is my body, this is my blood’?
Well that she said it to him then,
For dry old men,
Brocaded robes belying barrenness,
Ordain that she not say it for him now.
--Frances Croake Frank
Last edited by Julie Steiner; 04-13-2011 at 11:53 AM.
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