October 19, 2017Saved or Spared
No meek Agnos dei those
Catholic girls, plaid-skirted
and ready to fight as we huddled
on their turf awaiting the bus
that would ferry us across town
to our school. Above our heads,
in a shatter of stained glass,
hung our poor relative, their
Christ, as trapped as we,
all of us inheriting our stories,
red-letter, calfskin, skinned
knuckles, the slam of a shot-
glass, the kick of a shotgun.
Still womb-wet, we found ourselves
on hostile ground, did our best
to identify the threat, then stood
shoulder to shoulder with those
closest at hand. Befuddled,
we aped furious, anything to stay
behind the punch. We envied
their uniforms, they, our freedom,
neither able to state our creeds
to save our lives. Each day when
the airbrakes hissed, and the doors
swung open, we sighed, unsure
if we’d been saved or merely spared.
from Ekphrastic Challenge