Poor Mary

Mike Bell/ November 21, 2021/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Poor Mary pulled monsters
from stones – then was sold
by men with rich ambitions

above her low standing – As
a baby she had been struck
by lightning – only survivor –

by hammer strikes she dug
out unaccountable fishes &
demons – poverty one blow

off from her missions of sift
& salt-blown explorations –
as if her labours would ever

end without pain striking in
her chest – church glass & a
few fossils convey auld arts

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