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wail mary

from the sacrilege series

Eric Jennings
Eric Jennings
— 1 min read

wail, mary, afloat in space
the gourd is of thee
blessed art thou amongst planets
and blessed are the sluice of thy womb
it please us

lunar fairy
mother, sister, daughter to all
bray with us skinners
now and ‘til the sour of our breath

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