Jesus said, “If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea” (Matthew 18:6).
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be the nameless & unnamed
Give us this day our daily news—
decades of abusers now accused
Deliver us from evil
I do not forgive priests who hurt little children
No matter how much they confess
or kneel or swish with holy water
No matter how many catechisms
or pilgrimages or prayers to the Virgin
I do not forgive pedophiles
or those who look the other way
They can drink the communion cup
until their bladder fills, explodes the prostate—
stuff their mouth with wafers, white as chastity
They can choke on this spotless body
rendered for them, offered for healing
of sickness and removal of sins
May they aspirate halfway through
their Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned—
both the confessor and the falsely penitent
Then let them burn
Let them burn
Amen.
This poem was first published at Poetry 24 in August 2018.
Marissa Glover teaches and writes in central Florida, where she spends most of her time sweating. Her poetry has appeared in UK journals such as Amaryllis, Picaroon Poetry, Solstice Sounds, Poetry24, Bonnie’s Crew, Clear Poetry, I Am Not a Silent Poet, and Ink, Sweat & Tears. Follow her on Twitter @_MarissaGlover_.