Patron Saint of Get Me Out of Here
What does the Jesus in the museum feel
forever crucified on his X-shaped cross
Christ’s name tarnished with the spectacle of his dying image
copied a hundred times over in dark oiled gloss.
Even the other martyrs in the gallery
have to sigh and roll their eyes,
immortalized in the stupor of last breaths
—slit throats, the angels sing--
a taunt, a limbo where no one ever dies.
A tour guide stops at the torture of Saint Eulalia,
thirteen forever in the gothic walls,
a godly girl in a feudal wasteland
--It’s been 1500 years, she thinks,
let these Roman bastards kill me once and for all.
In the pitch quiet after tourists leave,
St. Cucuphas’ gurgling cries echo down the hall,
and the Jesus clones moan at the nails embedded in the flesh.
Someone, she thinks, please spare us from this oppressive glory.
Eulalia turns her gaze away from heaven.
The dove flying out of her severed head is the way her soul at last escapes.
Sabrina Prestes is a young adult author with a penchant for thrillers but a life-long appreciation for poetry. Raised in Brazil, she currently lives in Washington and is working on her debut novel while studying for a math degree.
5/9/2020 05:37:25 pm
Wow, that's amazing, well done Sabrina, Just one question when your first book will be available? Can't wait.
5/9/2020 06:31:15 pm
What an eerie image! I greatly enjoy the mental image of the figures in the paintings sighing and rolling their eyes. It’s almost comical despite the dark theme of the poem. The line ‘thirteen forever in the gothic walls, a godly girl in a feudal wasteland’ sounds like it would make a lovely short story. Imagining the paintings breathing or more specifically moaning is nothing less than nightmare inducing. What a wonderful piece to indulge on. If only the weather could’ve matched it’s dark mood! Very well done! I hope there is more of this similar content to come.
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