Sister Aimee’s improbable disguise (A poem)

This originated as a cut-up poem constructed using phrases cut out of some wacky religious book that showed up in people’s mailboxes last week. I rewrote most of the lines to make them flow more smoothly.

It’s no surprise that
the loving heart
wants to rule the world
without ever being revealed

Her hand is a symbol
for beauty and defiance
dazzling forms
from one stunning blow

Songs of triumph
rip through the last days
to storm into the house
and sink into nothingness

Sunday blue
a million years of blood
running drop by drop
without relief

Quivering lip and tearful eyes
ripped to shreds
by teeth bared but not seen
The book says everything must change

(18 January 2016)