Crimson Priestess Poem by Chris Jibero

She is as nude as dry bones
in cold tomb
defrocked of flesh
antithesis of purity
caricature of Eve fresh from the mould
kneeling in inverted reverence
to the dumb dead
who might have been a lion
but now overtaken in intrinsic value
by a living dog
for he co-habits with his love and hatred
deep down the earth
that divests man of his pride and prejudice
his portion and position here stripped
and bequeathed on another who is alive

Why invoke the dead
with a tongue soiled
with lies
with hands tainted
with misdeeds
with bent knees
severally to welcome defiling-strangers
into your privacy
and with a stiff neck
that only looks forward in selfishness
and with a haughty look
that constructs a boulevard for devils
in an odious, carousing carnival
a boomerang for a wild scarlet priestess
of the crimson angels
agents of Near Success Syndrome
tormenting poor souls
who but for their Creator
would have been made chicken pepper soup
for the heartless to savour.