Poem: ALTAR CALL
You call her down to the altar to pray for her while placing an A on her wardrobe. You see a sin that needs rectifying. An error in her ways and a light that is dying since she's alone, clutching a womb. She's in a room
'PURE': a poem
Melissa Menny puts to meter the experience of a Black Catholic in an era of social unrest, sexist status quos, and clerical compromise.