San Gennaro

Brown crust becomes purple paste, surrendering

the subtleties of pose and posture, a quagmire

turning in time, defying mathematics, softening

to the texture of honey, then plasma pure as martyrdom,

drowning the faithful in a crimson jar of celestial wine

a cannibal would die for.

–excerpt from “San Gennaro” from Chasing the Saints by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2008), available from vacpoetry.org.

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