Impiety

She was a sheep in wolf’s clothing
baring store-bought fangs
in struggles to kill his indiscretions
and rage against his mal intent
Tilter against windmills, she
toiler in the lonely moistness
of the southern sun

She would roar, sound and fury
yet with a hurricane’s eye
the calm amidst the storm –
torrential tears in tattered tropics
flooding the scorched earth
a mudslide of malcontent
to quickly follow

Against the windmill, she
into the breech again,
Jeanne d’Arc taking counsel
from voices that would save her
from pointless Crusades against
Drunken Princes of Impiety

From God these voices, beckoning
our Jeanne to walk her gentler path
For sheep are blessed of Him
and wolves are but demons
wrapped in lies and

Princes are but little men
with small penises
instead of minds.

3 Comments

  1. rcprice says:

    Hey Bill! I was invited to participate in a tagging Blog Hop for writers and I’m supposed to pick 4 other writers to participate. All you would need to do is answer 4 writing questions and pick 4 other writers. You can see a sample of what I mean in Vashti’s post http://vashtiqvega.wordpress.com/2014/03/09/writing-process-blog-hop/
    I would like to pick you as one of my four. If that’s okay with you?

    1. Thanks! It’s fine with me. 🙂

      1. rcprice says:

        Thank you sir.

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