'the Children of Limbo
The Children of Limbo' (Canning Poetry)
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Sick to my stomach.
I am alone and thinking.
I have heard of the sunken pit.
That covert crypt of angels.
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Eight hundred innocents!
Eight hundred defenceless souls!
Without baptism, without sin.
Dishonoured by Brides of Christ.
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Followers of the orders of the Father,
Of purple clad men of robes and rings..
"Bless me father for I have sinned.
"Go in peace my child, I absolve thee."
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I imagine sights and smells,
when their wheezings stilled.
Their transportation to a dark chamber.
No Hail Mary's for them; Oh no!
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No 'Our Father's' for a 'stained human'
A "bastard spawned in sin. Undeserving".
No splashings of holy water on the tiny wraps.
"Off you go now to your state of Limbo".
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I'm thinking.. "Thou shalt not kill"
I'm thinking, "Did they? Surely not"?
I'm thinking, "suffer little children".
I'm hoping they will now reach Paradise
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I think of my country; subservient to a hierarchy.
Sisters without mercy. That holocaust of infants.
How many more gardens need turning, how many?
How many tots await their first blessing?
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My faith is suffering now. I am in limbo too.
I fear, my mother's examples I might abandon;and
I am angry; tomorrow, perhaps I will pray;
but only for the children; only for the children.
Copyright © Joe Canning | Year Posted 2017
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