St. Joan Poem by Cretan Maineiac

St. Joan

Rating: 4.5


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cece Lamberts 24 September 2007

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

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Erudite and powerful... jam-packed with imagery. t x

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