It’s illegal, of course
What Sister Darling of
The Rarefied Church of the World (Reformed)
Wants me to do:
But who am I,
Belated sinner, and open to
Any supernatural suggestion,
Going to do?
Acquiesce, of course.
Submit, of course.
As is (I am sure) God’s will.
So she has transported her beloved aunt,
Dead these past three days,
On a boat to Partridge Island.
Captained by a cousin and
A crew member who will ask no
Questions,
So they will not have
To give any answers
– If asked –
As to what might have been
In their coffin-shaped cargo.
Sister Darling’s beloved aunt
Wished – implored – to be buried
On Partridge Island as,
Over a half century ago,
It was the place of her birth.
Paw, the cat/kitten,
Black himself as Death,
With one white mitten,
Tolls a tiny bell which
Sister Darling has affixed
Around his neck.
The grave (of course)
I have already dug,
And Sister Darling is
(Of course)
Full of the appropriate prayers.
{I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2024 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
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