The Virgin Mary Lit A Spliff
The situation was pretty deep
So the Virgin Mary lit a spliff
The thing is this
She was telling me how he was still too young when he left
How much she missed him
“You know, he is my only son too”
She says between tears
Telling me how she fears for him
Heir though he is; a son he also still is
Hers
“And still very young”
She emphasizes, adding spices to the boiling pot set out to battle munchies
It was gonna e a long night, the bong lights, so we go again
Hearing the rain, she starts laughing
“I remember when he didn’t want to wash
How he’d move the water to the furthest side of the tub
Like “Jesus, you need to clean up though”
“Crazy times
Very lovely child
Very energetic too”
She says softly, slowly
The smoke rises, dancing with the light
With the night refusing to grow up, I roll one as I listen to a mother talk of her son
My brother
Her father
Mine too
Minds move in unison as we glide through picture of the little baby
As she drops tears
Maybe
I say
Maybe you ought to celebrate the fact the he found and followed His purpose from a very young age through to its end
At an age where means and ends meet in the middle glaring at each other
Maybe celebrate the fact that, worried though you were, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that He was safe
At an age where mothers age staring at the gate
They are never late
They just never make, We
just never make it
Nothing
Before she takes another drag
She looks up, smiles
Frowns, and it hits
It’s a long way down
