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Poem: Pentecost 

Martyr

The Lord's voice, ever

In her ear. Sudden silence

As the flames reach her.


Rosary

Clenched in her once-hand

Their cries cut through bone and earth,

Ascend to heaven.


Habit

Rough-hewn and holy.

Heavy as a memory,

Heavy as regret.


Mother

Hail Mary, full of

Grief, of bafflement, of loss,

Of rage and sorrow.


Crucifixion

Did He truly die

Upon the cross? No matter.

Others did, slowly.

  • A poem by Emily Vanston.

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