Blessed Assurance
women humming
“you are our debtors”
and they shall inherit
the earth,
squashed faces and all.
still like posts murmuring to
their father-forgive-them.
put in our places. standing
-and-waiting for justice, and the kingdom high-up,
they know not what they do.
blessed be the thin, the spare, the fast ing
waiting to be fed. the drythroats. the wasting
(not want not) casting stones into dry
stomachs. for they shall be
satisfied.
with their counterpart purified eye
the clean-of-heart, pumiced raw, mute
the mendicant I
see s creator/ed God
and the mourners. waiting for the heavy arm to fall.
Originally Published: Means of Access, Fall 2002