Arcady - the nun poem
The nun , I think , has two feet on the ground
She lives inside the ribcage of the beast
She prays using the pelvis for a prop
She sleeps upon a heap of broken bones
Her altar is the monster’s shiny skull
She sings a song to while away the hours
A song so strange to make the planets pause
A song of blood and murder and revenge
Of fury , mayhem , then perhaps remorse
Of death and love and finally a rose
