Some Thoughts Upon Mary
We are told of two woman named Mary.
One the chaste, unblemished, pure.
The other debased, diseased, whore.
On this the good book never varies.
Here I will abandon form
and go on to say that grand
fictional simplification of white v
black belies the true identity
of these two Mary's, denies them
souls, renders each as animal
acting only on instinct, wanting
only to get to another day,
another bowl of taboulleh.
Peer down into virgin -
it's origin the Latin - Virginem -
maiden, un-wedded girl.
So this would seem to say
that Mary, in the first sense,
was unmarried - so who is this
Joseph - a pimp peddling nimble
wares before god - to bestow upon
the world an unintended spawn
that died screaming for an absent father's
recognition. Oh why hast thou
In that case, this virgin, this Mary is
a whore, not through intention,
but through traffic, and this
other Mary, one in the same,
fondles the feet of her son,
for bringing him nailed
into this world.
This is to say that Mary
is a woman with history,
that she rattles within all her days.
This Mary is a complex,
a Mary failed, a Mary used,
a Mary risen by the grace of her own wits.
Not this simplification
written in a book by men,
bent on keeping Mary down
in fake dichotomy.
Men who pretend, no,
presume to know
the word of god.