Train Wreck
by Michael Griffin

Back from whence you came.

Jeanne,
Your art is a train wreck, where conformity collides
intellect resides,
and a strained view of the mother Mary pregnant with promise,
struggles to be re born
innate in humanity is the sleeping goddess
often defined by pricks with little brain
and overblown testerone
divide and conquer
the mother image nurturing
strength beyond goliath
lost in a labyrinth
of deceit and despair
defined out of existence by paternal genocide's
realizing the threat mother goddess brings
bang the gong and let freedom ring
see how much war we can make to bring peace
she lies waiting and weeping for her offspring
sees the terror her sons bring
yet her only begotten prince of peace was
beaten into submission and he forgave them with his last breath
a man whose life changed time for the western world
and yet Arab and easterners move to their own drum
yet these "Christians" bend gods will to suborn their own wicked agendas
and subjugate the woman
torture her soul
beat her spirit down
define her out of existence till she is little more than a craven image
either a faceless icon on a mud flap
or the image of virgin mother Mary
neither of which bring her to life
yet she bears all humanity from her womb
while her male seed would turn the planet to a tomb
woman struggles to shake of the chrysalis of a cocoon she has entombed
but the goddess mother earth reverberates her life song in every facet we see
in every face there is grace
in every flower wisdom of the ages
never mind the sages
whatever springs from these pages
lines and symbols to explain
the wretchedness felt the pain
behind the eyes the cries
the tears which water our very existence
comes life and happenstance
you have seen and wonder
you have felt and hurt
you have died and felt the sacred earth
yet life finds a way
we are blessed with yet another day
the struggle divine and quest unmatched
the grail in reach
is what you teach
we can not fail we can only fail to take heed of the
"present" life provides
when conceived reality collides with perceived reality
conception is the woman divine
perception is the pervasion meant to divide
and you paint with colors of your soul
strokes from the brush of your spirit
on the canvas of now weaving the tapestry of meaning
giving your gift
making your offering to her
realizing her offering to the world
how much further apart in imagery could the mud flap girl be with the virgin
the alpha and omega of the gambit of iconology
that seeks to define us
but you throw it off like day throws off the dark
and leave us all in the stark reality of divine light
squinting to focus
while you usher in another view
mother Mary genuflects in her pew
and the mud flap girl exposes all of herself to view..
Michael Griffin Political Science CSUDH

Back from whence you came.