The picture of defiance;
stood still and fair.
She, opulence born, declaring
‘Give me justice!’
to deaf ears
in streams of sober black velvet laced in pearls
Full of Grace
purity pours out of those unsightly enlarged pores
and from that rounded chin
blackened wires sprout
he’d ‘spent the night in the midst of Spain’
and for all that fervent piety,
she was left to wither
Her barrenness bared,
and that aged womb publicly undesired.
in the hour of death
her lips confess ‘Mine eyes do desire you above all things’
And from this, the vengeful spawn
of their ungodly copulation – that daring bloodless Mary –
is unearthed from hell.