My Aspergers angel

I couldn’t stop crying

Until she was lowered into the grave

 

And covered by holy dirt,

 

And then I cried some more,

In fact I wanted to jump into

 

That black pit and get swallowed by

The earth; funny,

 

I mean, she wasn’t my type, a

Chubby Christian, mad on God,

 

But she triggered an emotion

I’ll never forget….

 

I could smell death on her like

She had doused herself with petrol

 

It  carried you to the edge

Of time itself;

 

I called her little Benedictus,

 

We never even kissed,

She was my Asperger’s angel.

 

I remember her crawling on her

Hands and knees

 

To light the holy candle and

 

I would sit there  smiling smugly,

 

Yet come her death

I was the broken one

 

I will never forget that rosella

 

That flew across my view

During the Mass,

 

 

It was like meeting Jesus……….

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