+IT wasn't just because she had looked around
Clear-eyed at every blood-bound thing + could find
Nothing that moved her any more back to faith
In the Force behind men’s masks – except the breath
Now + then of a not malefic presence
Transgressing the burial of its pretense
Of being full-blooded though not quite human,
Hard to know whether as man or as woman,
Ghosts the mere climate-clouds of that hard-nosed zone
Of Earth haunted by nothing else – unless pain,
Voiceless, was its principal tenanting wraith:
No, it was a pressure harder to live with
That made Sister Dilys confide to Robb Ladd,
Her teenage colleague whose tight-trousered gonads
Could well prove more than mere mocking of her veil,
– Robb, boy, I’m losing my faith, pray for my soul –
Regretting her words even before she could
Stop spluttering them like drops from a thin cloud:
(from “Raponani” . a verse novel by Brian Chan, 2023)