Retort to an Unthinking Funeral Ceremony
“Daur ye say Mass in my lug? ~ Jenny Geddes
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The priestess said that God loves everything
He made. I kept my seat. I did not stand.
I did not weld my tongue to angel wing
To cause my words with truth to brand
Her claim a lie. The other folk in range
Of her untruth kept silence, too. We all
Were dumbstruck. No one cried to her, “How strange
Your claim is, priestess. What about the Fall?
Does God love Lucifer, now Satan, or
Beelzebub, Belial, Python, Spirit of
