Meeting Saint Rose of Lima, When I was Fifty-Seven
Sometimes I feel slighted,
down-right cheated, that
my religion considers all believers
saints--pure and humble. Hard to imagine
three hundred years into the future
to see verse written, honoring
the Patron Saint of Grammar
and Bad Poetry, inspiring
young devotees to rub peppers
on cheeks to cover handsomeness,
to bathe in harsh soap, or to uncover
terribly long sentences from centuries past
and search high and low
for a superior large piece of paper
on which to diagram them,
(Heaven forbid) in ink.
--Todd Sukany 12 Oct 2015
Sometimes I feel slighted,
down-right cheated, that
my religion considers all believers
saints--pure and humble. Hard to imagine
three hundred years into the future
to see verse written, honoring
the Patron Saint of Grammar
and Bad Poetry, inspiring
young devotees to rub peppers
on cheeks to cover handsomeness,
to bathe in harsh soap, or to uncover
terribly long sentences from centuries past
and search high and low
for a superior large piece of paper
on which to diagram them,
(Heaven forbid) in ink.
--Todd Sukany 12 Oct 2015