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May/June, 1998

 

Milagro

By Marc Swan

for Ave

She gives me passages from Thomas Merton,

scriptures of the day from Christian Science

Monitor-poems of life, love, the uplifted

spirit. I know her intentions are good

She wants to help me turn the corner, find

the path to everlasting light. She knows

deep down I'm a skeptic. Her faith keeps

her trying to help me see things she holds

firmly as the belief that medical science can

work a cure when they find a growth of wild

tissue alongside ten stomach ulcers beside

the softly puckered flesh of her duodenum,

close to a festering rupture of her over-ripe

bladder. If the tests had been done earlier

some say, the outcome might have been

better. I'm not a doctor. I only know

what I see, smell, hear, touch with my own

two hands. I've watched grown people bow

down on bent knee, carry four by six crosses

over pot-holed roads, cross themselves over

and over in front of papier-maché statues

of brightly festooned saints-fresh rosebuds

set in small glass vials. I've seen too many

good people die, but I've never seen el milagro.

I promise when I do, I'll bring the crucifix

to my lips and kiss kiss kiss.


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