Hail Mary
Full of grace
The Lord is with thee . I was only seven .
The first step . . . shall be to loose the way
with special thanks to Mr Tammaro
The bird that fit in your hand
Went up to the tallest mountain peak
Only to sharpen its beak
Mountain then wears down
Only the size of a pebble now
Resting in a childs palm
That , we are told , constitutes
A second only of eternity
Like the infinite numbers of days pluss one
So , you say , my child
Illustrating how long my afterlife will be in the bowels of hell
Now only of course should I choose the path of
Sin
( and then you look away as my lips tremble like the thin tailfeathers of a bird reaching the top of the largest mountain for the first time )
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2006-11-10 at 10:21
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