'The Last Rites' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

The last Rites

The blessing from the priest
Did not allay her fears
Cos she was still having them
The pains she’s had for years

What is the use of religion to me now
She cried at his reverence
You could anoint me in a sea of holy water
It would still be time for my severance

The priest he knelt in solemn prayer
May the good lord take care of you
She said; the gravedigger may dig another layer
Cos you’ll be dead before the answer comes through

Sure! Says she; the truth to you I will tell
Listen to me; before I’m in my mound
By the time I get ready to die
Sure! Even the devil may be heaven bound

Michael Micmac Mccrory