The masked madonna



Exiled from the comfort of the womb

into a riot of sounds and blinding lights

the shearing pain invading

your virgin lungs, and an assault

of new sensations, and helpless

for what you knew before

here does not apply. 


You don’t know where you are coming to;

it is a world full of dispair and fear,

of joy and pleasure and beauty unsurpassed,

desires and ambitions and struggle for fulfillment

and wonders, endless wonders. 

And perhaps meaning. 


So, start now! Grab that breast

take in the scent, feel that heartbeat

pull at the mask and make a face

at her who’s signed, owned and delivered you

and will forever hold you in her arms

your very own masked madonna.


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