"...every mountain and hill shall be made low..."

her little body hangs limp,
red-faced and deflated
of all sweet-cream pocket charm
it once held.

in the arms of perverted icons,
it is tossed

as gray substance to satisfy
fear-filled charity balloons
and biblical stream-ers;

it floats away,

bolstered through allusions
to anti-slavery and ex-wives...

pro-redemption,
though deemed a score unbeatable.

so-so flaccid,
EX EX
chomp the publishers.