Treasure Island

Cretan Maineiac

(April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

St. Joan


Your echo lingers, calling all who hear to
stand and
fight, saving Orleans from England amid a

century of bloodshed, echoed in every
stomach-growl of
a hungry laborer, each


moan of a lonely leper &
kick of an
unborn child, tho not in the

mocking Brahmsian fallacy who claims to
speak thru
you, holding her feet to an unlit fire, snug in

wool socks atop a subsidized
ottoman, warbling
glory to the misguided

Moores & their eye-for-an-
eye sediment sans
Messianic filter & Heaven-on-

Earth delusion bent on
mundane doctrine &
agreed-upon lies, seeking to steal our generous

civilization as they
hijacked then
crashed our culture,

edutainment, Sensurround, the
quick cutaway melting
away the pages of history like flames

thru a library, in the spirit of their
Lilliputian kindreds, uprooting
pillars burning bridges planting

minarets, minds engulfed in Brobdingnagian
smokescreens
fanned @ the Academy of Lagado

& seen thru the blurry saltless
tears of
afternoon TV. Your echo rings on in the cries of the

-forgotten mother,
-accused father, &
-the censored scapegoat's bleat, the

sob of the self-fulfilling prophet child turned
state property. It's
buried deep in the plea of a tax-free sidewalk

preacher, the sizzle of uncleared
brush in a
wildfire's path, tho not in the bellow of the

tax-backed pavement professor or mendacious
mendicants exploiting the
needy to overfeed the needless, survives down the

lineage of Benedict XV who cleared &
canonized
your name, carried by

the acrid smoke that set your soul home free,
an aroma which endures the lies that mark each century.

Submitted: Saturday, September 15, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 09, 2011

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  • Cece Lamberts (9/24/2007 6:46:00 AM)

    I had to turn to wikipedia to decipher this one, Chris. Now I know all about St. Joan of Arc! I love the language, the style (it's you!) , the images and the connections you make to life as we know it today. Wonder what inspired you to write this one, but a great piece nevertheless.

    Keep up the good work,
    CeCe (Report) Reply

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