Baby Ghosts Smoking

Mother Mary full of …
The virgin’s sustained orgasm
Take a deep breath
Before that initial infantile scream
In a realm of gentle nicotine airs,
“a man's mildness”
Advertised by Phillip Morris with cigarettes' traces,
Mike Wallace's distant face, flickers
In Margaret Sanger's interview, the past's caress, denied
Birth controlled
Engaged in death’s aura.
Cherub whispers at the edge of time

A hidden eugenicist, from the closet whispers,
"I've never smoked, but Philip Morris I'd try!"
Four years drift by, as shadows gently sway, razor’s edge, rattles
in Tucson, she drew her last raspy
Episcopalian sigh.

Afar, the pontiff dozed with restless slumber,
While bishops, sure, shall tend to orphan's fate.

The cavalier sadistic swordsman stabs the fetal heart
Mythical, preposterous as
Imagined
Jesus wept
Inhaling deeply

7/23/2023