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Saint Jane
Burning her brand on the quivering few
The sorrowed, bedazzled and mindless
She's taking apart little poisonous parts
Of the monster that somehow defines us
Baring her hands in the shivering blue
She’s acting in salient kindness
The crackling ice of a crystalline heart
Comes shattering out of its blindness
Harvesting souls in the cholera night
Among the untouchable classes
The patroness healer of crisis in faith
Takes charity down to the masses
Wrapping their wounds in the ghost of a chance
The believers that die for attention
Get bandage of faith over tumorous cells
And raise her to perfect ascension
Loving every drunken punk that stumbles to the bottom
Dragging up their sunken trunk of treasure long forgotten
Propping up the cripples on their benches at the station
Smoothing out the ripples in their faithful oscillations
Kissing every leper child she rocks them off to sleep
Overflowing mercy mild she lays them at her feet
Leading injured doves to where the holy water flows
Smiling when the Bishop’s candle lights the Latin prose
Castigating money changers hoarding sacred bread
Walking past the undertakers burying the dead
Strengthening our silence as we turn the other cheek
Delivering from violence Babel’s innocent and weak
[Oct 27, 2005]
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The
Poetry of Daniel Harrison