Saint Catherine Speaks Candidly to Saint Cecilia on the Occasion of Their Single Foray Into Town Together on Market Wednesday

We make art because
life is an affliction

a fatal accident, frame by frame
a flaming vehicle screaming jesus

because life is an iron maiden mangling
with twenty twisting augers, heaven’s marauding tenant
killing with one casual crush of a thumb

because there is no hope except
we midwife something not of flesh
thus impervious to pain

And so we need no unguents or palliatives
or bandages or kind words

We need ambulances rushing us
to emergency wards of art,
sirens blaring:

the world done and god fair warned
of our glorious arrival.


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