|Arsenic Lobster poetry journal||
|Penance Assigned to the Adulterers
This is the circular territory
of deranged saints who built
a wooden grotto in the midst
of a minefield,
a fuse leading to the shrine’s core.
When forgiveness passes
possibility, the sinned against
strike a mass of sparks.
The fire might burn all year if left to rage.
Instead, to save the relic
and the holy stones,
sinners navigate a marked path
to the outer walls,
their buckets, their one
garden hose, the steam & hiss of dousing.
Dressed in leather shrouds,
blackened names laced into pockets,
they pray for a sweat-soaked,
They advance along the burial corridor.
Camphor pendants cool the skin,
wake those who might succumb.
The aroma blossoms,
seeps into the faltering heart,
stimulates the beat,
satisfies & sustains the mission.
About Sandy Longhorn