Jay Slippy (jayslippy) wrote,
Jay Slippy
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A Poem by Sharon Olds

The Pope's Penis
 
It hangs deep in his robes, a delicate
clapper at the center of a bell.
It moves when he moves, a ghostly fish in a
halo of silver sweaweed, the hair
swaying in the dark and the heat -- and at night
while his eyes sleep, it stands up
in praise of God.
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