The Other Shroud Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

The Other Shroud



She stares down
The sweat rivulet
Down my face
Yet tells me I reek
To high heaven

I tell her of my visiting
The Virgin
Which no longer is
Since the blood she detects
On the palms of my hands

Is proof irrefutable
She needs not scrutinize
My face etched around
The slit
Of the nuptial bed sheet

Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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