Passive Aggressive

Blessed art the muse,
for she is undressed giver of salad fork

I am the proud keeper of bambi's honor,
the deer man who protects innocents
from bullets and cranberry demi-glaze.

Blessed art the nun,
for she is the bespectacled invocation of soup bowl

I am the new bearer of claw-marks on tall trees
the unbearable man who runs from truth
to protect the guilty from evisceration.

Blessed art the whore
for she is the redressed wound of hope

I am the once-poison ivy of growing tadpoles
the green man who rides like a rash
along the frog-voiced songs of youth.

Alleluia, Alleluia,

Praise to God and all that shit.