Preying On Saint Ann

First Posted: 04/03/09
Posted by: JMaC

F
ront to the Church

Just below the figure of Christ
One arm raised
Two fingers up
To the right precise

Just above the Female holding an open book
One of three
False myth and piety
On top of a small block
Claws locked
Sits
With something of a haughty scowl
Two shades of gray
The wise and the still
Owl
To whom do you kneel?

Shifting imperceptibly
In the bright of day
Slightly hunched
Playing the angles and shadows
Keeping the true face away
Big yellow eyes
Sometimes ringed red
Horns no horns
Front of the head
Vanishings
The rats and the raccoons making themselves scarce
The cats are skittish
And the cops in the precinct
Feeding from the same dirty dish

In the clutches of the See
Line up the kiddies
Let them read write and play
What's beneath the basement
What's in the tower?
How much longer will it stay?
Crosses 
Unicorns
Symbols etched into the wall
Owl
You're preying on Saint Ann
Peter and Paul

You're preying on St Ann
Chiseled stone 
Flesh and sand
A candle for your fears
As the sheep and the shepherds
Rote lost olden prayers

You're preying on Saint Ann
Blessed is
The ignorance of what now passes as man


Preying On St Ann © 2009 Ahkenaton  

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