Apparition of the Virgin Mary in My Neighborhood

Walking down Ann in Philadelphia I see

Ann apparition of what my eyes make out to

Be a vision of the Virgin Mary, it makes

My infestation of bugs in my knees begin

Buzzing and blinking, trinketting my tinctures to

Inflate my lungs and my sexual instincts my

Vibrating nodules to reproductive dilation

But it turns out to be just tarps

Rats have acute whisker vomit sense

Beating in their vagrant sewer holes

Hierarchy of the scum vermin

Belittle my medicine kit again

And you're liable for a tender bruise among your tufts

No, I do not believe in the cacophonous piety of the Virgin Mary