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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560166" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Juana's Sestina</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">October came like a bandit who stole<br>every prayer saved in our afternoons of grief, <br>beside her empty bed and crucifix<br>where she once joked, holding her Bible, <br>of Christ lighting Judas's ass on fire.<br>They were friends now and she had been invited</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to see this, as told in my dream, invited<br>me, but mother woke me before Death stole<br>me, almost gone into the sinner's fire.<br>But Grandmother Juana gone this October grief<br>would have saved me I know with her Bible<br>near bed, radio sermon and crucifix, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would have joked of how she snuck the crucifix<br>away from church friends she hadn't invited, <br>to exchange gossip as they kissed her Bible, <br>the way words caress bloody Death who stole<br>our every prayer saved in our afternoons of grief, <br>laughing aloud of that dreamy fire, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that brash tail of a kite, high and afire, <br>and hovering above like a crucifix, <br>its childlike frame torn in the wind of grief: <br>how she flew and how we fly, she invited<br>me above our house one October that stole<br>our love, investing it into her Bible</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that loves no blashphemy for the Bible<br>adores least those living in the Lake of Fire.<br>October came like a bandit who stole<br>Mami, our Juana, leaving her crucifix, <br>together in a dream where she invited<br>me to the sky where rain fell hard like grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I awoke secretly with this grief<br>Kept like a tomb in my chest for her Bible, <br>our rosaries, yet she wanted me invited<br>to see Christ lighting Judas's ass on fire, <br>a party where they carry a crucifix<br>every October for sinners who stole, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">including Death, who took her into that fire<br>to burn her small sins before Heaven invited <br>her, that eloquent joker, dead this October.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marina+Gipps">Marina Gipps</a><div class=q>
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every prayer saved in our afternoons of grief, 
beside her empty bed and crucifix
where she once joked, holding her Bible, 
of Christ lighting Judas's ass on fire.
They were friends now and she had been invited..."></div>
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