Michaela Schroeder

Tragic lady Mary

With her womb of purity

She nurtured this world

Scraped and scrubbed until our sins absolved

 

But how venerated would

Our scared mother be

If sensuality found

And coupled itself to she?

 

Our blessed mother,

Madonna, star of the shining sea,

Rotting for eternity

 

Befriending Delilah, Jezebel, Eve

Festering in the deepest pits of hell

Brimming with women who seized sexuality