The Day the Pope Resigned

By Mila D. Aguilar

The day

My ovary lining was scraped was

The day

The Pope resigned.

Home hurting

After the rape

By a cold machine

I was struck

By God's timing.

Did He mean me to live through it,

This deflowering

Of the human race

Via drone

Microchip

And nanotech invasion

Of warmed wormy woolen guts?

Was the blood worth it?

Shall we meet midstream,

My Christ and I,

Or will He resurrect me

From my blasted smithereens

Disappearing unseen

Into some nuclear screen?

Does the answer matter?

I am saved,

And someone else is not.

I am saved!

But someone else is not.

Hallelujah! I am saved!

But alas, someone else is not...

February 13, 2013

3:30 - 5:00 am