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Saturday Poetry

Everywoman Her Own Theology
— Alicia Ostriker

I am nailing them up to the cathedral door
Like Martin Luther. Actually, no,

I don’t want to resemble that Schmutzkopf

(See Erik Erikson and N.O. Brown

On the Reformer’s anal aberrations,

Not to mention his hatred of Jews and peasants),

So I am thumbtacking these ninety-five

Theses to the bulletin board in my kitchen.

My proposals, or should I say requirements,
Include at least one image of a god,

Virile, beard optional, one of a goddess,

Nubile, breast size approximating mine,

One divine baby, one lion, one lamb,

All nude as figs, all dancing wildly,

All shining. Reproducible

In marble, metal, in fact any material.

Ethically, I am looking for
An absolute endorsement of loving-kindness.

No loopholes except maybe mosquitoes.

Virtue and sin will henceforth be discouraged,

Along with suffering and martyrdom.

There will be no concept of infidels,

Consequently the faithful must entertain

Themselves some other way than killing infidels.

And so forth and so on. I understand
This piece of paper is going to be

Spattered with wine one night at a party

And covered over with newer pieces of paper.

That is how it goes with bulletin boards.

Nevertheless it will be there.

Like an invitation, a chalk pentangle,

It will emanate certain vibrations.

If something sacred wants to swoop from the universe
Through a ceiling, and materialize,

Folding its silver wings,

In a kitchen, and bump its chest against mine,

My paper will tell this being where to find me.