Make it Beautiful

Nenad Jovanovic

 

I was taken out from

earth, from my mother.

A man came, and chose

Me amongst them all,

Pale and cold.

He touched me, felt

My every part, then

he took a hammer -

Bang!

Holes in my body –

scraping,

drilling,

cutting.

Oh, God!

The man smiled.

Masses in the streets

gazed,

gasped,

cheered.

Priests took me to a church.

They love me now.

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