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Mary Magdalene and the Stoners

An Allegory for Modern Times

Mary Magdalene and the Stoners


Mary did not wear a robe

They saw her dress, her ankle curve

She touched a nerve, an eyeball swerve

The men confessed, they were stressed

They were distressed, they confessed

By her swerve, her ankle curve

Her tilt of breast, the lilt of dress

They could not rest, in their distress

They dragged Mary to the green

Wanted all to see, be seen

Their gaze was keen,  Strip her clean

She must confess,  the men were stressed

The Men of Stone, eyes of bone

Picked up stone, cold as moan,

Mary saw the Wife of Bath

Spitting back the Grapes of Wrath

She told the Stones they were Unblessed

They should swallow their distress

She demanded Word of Bone

Who was pure  in World of Stone

The Stones, amazed, bowed down to bless

Mary in her silken dress

The men confessed, they were stressed

Touched her palm, Holy Balm

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