Screening Poem by John Schulte

Part of the repression came from suppression obsession
A little let out and lot let in
Seeping while peeping, creeping and crawling
Sticking to the script made a mock true confession
A curtain curtailed by a curtsy in veil
Kneeling on the nail of the coiffed transgression
Death in the box, sly as a fox
Whispers and vapors, shadows and souls
Mumbles and madness, troubles untold
Sin to the wind, blowing with fear
Cloudy repent, yet nearly all clear
Her spirited cloister now clean as an oyster
Except for what's inside, unseen
One day it will unfurl
one day, some day, she'll expose the pearl