Ladd dismissed such guilt-bound service as sheer shit
In his attempt to shock the nun out of hers,
Adding that she was wasting her tears + years
In letting her still youthful ripe flesh be stung
By wasps of unnecessary suffering.
When, to support that argument, he even
Invoked Time’s wingèd chariot from Heaven,
Dilys had to bow her head to hide her smile.
The more the boy talked, the more he stayed a child.
She felt that his objective analysis
Of her Dark Night was his way of saving face
After she had brushed off like a feeble fly
His brazen-face buzzing about her body.
(from “Raponani” . a verse novel by Brian Chan, 2023)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 