who remains to be held at your chest?
Did the Christ feed at your breast?
They're trying to off him still.
Your heart forever broken, Mary.
He carries the wound.
You carry the blood.
Mary the Good,
this world is run by matriarchs
waging war on dead men.
Make me still, good woman.
Bring me patience
and rule the heart.
at peace with your bachelor son
and his benders
on everyone's aching.
Passed out on our sins,
he resurrects for the crowd.
Bring me peace.
Mother of God and counsel to the atoning hooker,
humble me at the blood of the feet of your boy.