SAVING BLOOD
I met a fellow, is starting a blood bank for virgins
and the mutually monotonous, since the Virus arrived,
in America’s very own Bantustan, among the born again
who conform to I Thes. 4, 3 as well as
21 CFR 600;
and on the tilting RISD couches
with the #15 needles all stuck in
he’ll tell them all about the Saving Blood.
And I think he believes in the Easter Bunny
and in Mary Phagan, and for all I know
little Hugh of Lincoln, bleeding among the cookies.
I have no truck with these hematological metaphors
but will go with my three strong daughters
for whom no PVC plastic, Barbie or bag,
is immolated upon remembering altars,
and with all of you, when I don’t hear nobody pray.