The Shoe Size of a Pedophile Priest

you see
the footprint
of a pedophile priest
can't be covered up; Gaia
takes measurement and acts
accordingly

the sole
plants deep
the seeds of sin
into Mother Earth
trampling boundaries
the evidence caked on
somebody's bottom scraping
the muddied soul of years worth;
dirt that is wet then dries into
soiled ruination

the shoestrings
frayed from being
tied with the pedophile
priest's invasive fingers
that hold his organ repeatedly
again and again

the eyelets
ashamed to remain open
so they close themselves off
not to be penetrated by the hard tip
of the shoelace opting to go blind not
wanting to see another victim cry

the shoe size
of a pedophile priest
has left its footprint
cast eternal into public prayer
recording its lasting memento in
plaster of paris as it walked away
recruiting and enlisting mules for the
cover-up that Gaia wouldn't let; what kind
of footprints are you making?

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist