Ravaged Nun and Greasy Priest 

I tense like a tabby cat whose prey just flitted by

on paper wings

as thin as hope’s blue thread

her grin –  a feint,

her teeth – capped with ice,

topsy-turvy tombstones

to truth’s cruel fate.

I’m a sweetless piñata made from yesterday’s news

a faithless vow

as empty as a gourd

she’s all deceit

a deep salted wound

a prick and prod production

of hell’s delight.