Mary Chain

 

Mary Chain was patiently waiting her turn to take the Holy Communion

That Sunday Christ Crucified looked more sorrowful than the other days

The old prelate absolved that flock

From the usual sins for more than 20 years

Christ Crucified looked quite disheartened

By suburban vice

 

First of all the unrestrained use

Of gossip buttered baked and eaten

What choiceness and mean deliciousness for vulgar palates

Large mouths of asbestos as foul as backwater

 

Christ Crucified looked

More bothered about the infamies than the nails

 

Mary Chain you too know

That lump swelling in your throat

That cry choked by anger and bitterness

By faults you actually do not have

And you are still serving the unjust sentence

In the sad circle of slander

 

And you ask yourself if rather than spite

Your name was a portent

 

Mary Chain could not react

Against the parish priest’s refusal to give her the host

And in her pain she smothered that missed amen

And her humiliation

According to an old saying

Every lie at last becomes truth

 

Christ Crucified showed

An indulgent and nearly disbelieving smile

 

Mary Chain you too know

That lump swelling in your throat

That cry choked by anger and bitterness

By faults you actually do not have

And you are still serving the unjust sentence

In the sad circle of slander

 

And you are still serving the unjust sentence

In the sad circle of slander

And you ask yourself if rather than spite

Your name was a portent