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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