behavior psychology religious studies sociology

the fourth bead

my hands and heart

pray a rosary

of a different sort


one constructed by survival

that was never blessed

by a politician in a gaudy dress

and fetid purse in vatican city


the first bead is my mother

whom i thank for giving me life


the second bead is my father

who took his own

under the misguided notion

my existence would be improved

by the tortured deed


the third is shared by two men

who stepped in

to protect and daddy me

as they are my personal diocese


and the fourth is a thank you

to the man who taught me to appreciate

the good in the world

by showing me

how sick a human can be


and he should be grateful

as his best poetry has come

from hating

unapologetically happy




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