God was here first
Mrs. Davenport
Before your baby hands extended
From your mother’s womb
Snatching the silver spoon
They held to lure you out
Before you sniffed your first perfume
Settled into some debutante dress
Your girlish laughter a thin veneer
On top of cold steel hate
And long before you tracked your prey
And joined in some stylish ceremony
Where every touch maintained control
Beauty stifled in the throat hold of your choice
And love was shown the door when it stood to question
And now you turn in the church pew
Surveying all who would enter
Your fancy hat extending over your plastic brow
And what of the common people?
Do they fit your view?
Your eye catches mine
Cold laser digging for shame
But this is God’s house
Mrs. Davenport
And I have an invitation
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