Invocation to St. Joanna
You are forgotten to mostly
everyone. You die
alone. You are not remembered
like he is. The first thing
you want is the last
you receive. Have you
ever received?
Did he give you
what he promised?
And so above
and below, and as
below and above,
as if it were you,
as if it were ever you,
could ever be you,
you chained
to a heaven you were
never
sure existed, were never
sure you got
the invite, gold foil
and all, as if it were
you all along.
Originally published at Ritual Poetica