She weeps the same tears as Mary Her knees accustomed to supporting the weight of her frame and heart filled heavy of faith Kneeling alone in Mayan church Once una missa catolica ends with newfound guilts and displeasures of the personal Faces sketched haunted having filed out Her family gone as well Those who labeled her with madness in turn doing so - damned No need to anchor once outside Eden in the whites of the eyes it is found The madness born The fever raging is the defense A hollow cry of mercy of the soul Torment in the pulse divined She comes directly to Christ for she gives no trust to eyes that shift through the priesthole Her prayers are for God - her pity for the church Beneath the statuette of Jesus spread out bloody on wood in spiritualized, unnatural death her brown hands clasp for strength, bright teeth bite beads This the very moment of mercy! Impassioned sister, call to him! Pray his name aloud in the wail that unhinges the priest and startles the nuns who in turn pray for her to find comfort through silence Find your forgiveness come streaming through your cries In this house meant for the holy Oh bascillica open thy creaking doors to the mad Darken the glass stained of sins Candles at altar burning for the insane Bells ringing summoning the deranged Organs chiming Bach for the crazed Fill the pews with lunatics and bring them a saint that they may call their own Oh bascillica - Oh priest begin this acceptance now with the one who quietly sobs head dropped hands relaxed on thighs in hopelessness still keeping thoughts to the grotesque carving of the savior above her Bless her! Virgin angel Her white dress soiled with the blood she menstrates -Dylan Wahl copyright 1997