On this All Saints Day, here's a poem I wrote about 10 years ago:
Named after Saints
Holographic Holistic Hagiography
Sounds like Hag Geography.
The mapping of Hags around the world.
Hags I have known,
Hags I’ve only read about,
But this is Hagiography, photography that makes you say
Gee!
Not hags, but saints, and those
Named after saints.
Monica, model of worrying mother,
Martin , patron of the torn cloak,
Rose, rubbing pimento into her perfect skin,
Anne- in Leonardo’s sketch, huge earth mother with legs
like tree trunks,
Like the bed made out of the tree, the castle built
around the bed in the Odyssey,
Saint Hopkins, reporting every sunset,
Saint Merton, still falling in love ,
Lucy, with her eyes on a platter,
Lucy with her eyes on the assembly line chocolates,
John the Baptist and Frank the Methodist
and Marlon the Method.
Who can tell the population of heaven?
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