The Taser's Edge

An Alternate Magnificat

Who can hold the cosmic Christ?
Who can be the womb of Mary?
I can, I can, I cannot.

I do not know how to say it,
I am not capable of knowing
Or describing–

But I feel the stretching,
Oh! I feel stretched,
Skin so thin, joints wishing
To break rather than hold–

These hips must shift out
Enough to pass a kingly head,
Misshapen in birth,
Misshapen in death,
Bloody and squalling in birth,
Bloody, now silent, now shouting in death,

What have I done to me in saying, “Yes”?