Pushing past the
watchers
Magdalene's off, mouth agape.
On her way out of the museum
Miniature Magdalenes join her
Racing from gift shop postcards.
Outside, they hop on a gondola
The large Mary pushes the pole
Supported by her tiny simulacra.
(It's early morning in Venice;
The coffee drinkers don't spill a drop.)
Back in the painting Jesus
Thinks "I'm dead right now; I
Don't have to deal with this."
St. Jerome has never understood
Why he's witness to an event
Centuries before his birth. Now
He wonders "A few words of comfort;
Would that’ve been so hard to say?"
Magdalene's off, mouth agape.
On her way out of the museum
Miniature Magdalenes join her
Racing from gift shop postcards.
Outside, they hop on a gondola
The large Mary pushes the pole
Supported by her tiny simulacra.
(It's early morning in Venice;
The coffee drinkers don't spill a drop.)
Back in the painting Jesus
Thinks "I'm dead right now; I
Don't have to deal with this."
St. Jerome has never understood
Why he's witness to an event
Centuries before his birth. Now
He wonders "A few words of comfort;
Would that’ve been so hard to say?"
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