Part I

Rodents run in the retail 
   rotunda with rooks 
There's no slumber in soot
Blackface in the rat race
The back page of an aristocrat
Grappling tit for tat
while getting your business smacked
At Saks on Fifth 
Got sacked on the fifth 
Now her fit sags 
Vividly shellacked 
Sat next to a chilling sax 
"What happened?"
The wicked whispered their wit
while the wind whipped at her wick
the fire flicks
the fight is fixed
as the light is licked
down for a three count
with no chance of a rebound
or reemployment
they claimed she teased the boy men
for intrigue and enjoyment
A team treaty to deploy poison 
covering feces with tea leaves 
   in the toilet
On the twelfth day they T.P.'ed,
The tap-dancing was Tony awarded 
Her health decays on help and aid 
because hellish ways held her pay
She's only needy 
because some neek 
  couldn't be her boyfriend 
But the quote unquote "V I C" is a VP 
See how easily a visa is voided?
Our country tis of thee
Sweet land of a licentious litany 
These liquor-breathed, lizard beaks 
Literally eat their own's organs 
No heart, no intestinal fortitude
These vessels of sorcery 
will stick a sword 
  in you
A sordid sport for endorphins 
Orcas for orchards
Greed for green
Monsters that morph with a 
  quart of Morgan
But Mahi met a man 
Outside the Manhattan courts, 
  this exhorting
Interrupted her appointment:
"He saved me from my sin, 
He can save you from their sin,
He can save you from your sin.
I know your dad was a rolling stone, 
Your mom was smoking stones,
Your brother was mostly stoned,
But I know of a stone that rolled away
from a cave for the orphaned.
Out came, not just a king, 
not just a rabbi,
not just a prophet, 
not just the Lord,
but YOUR FRIEND. 
A Brother, a Co-heir, 
A Prince, a Servant,
The seed of David that put 
His footprints on the serpent.
He's at the altar 
dressed in all white
Ready to give you rest 
 and make it all right.
Do you want to know Him?" 
I can't tell you how this ends
The book isn't finished
But neither is Mahi.
All glory to the Father,
and to the Son, 
and to the Holy Spirit,
As it was in the beginning,
It is in this instance, 
And ever shall be,
World that will never diminish.
Amen.
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Part II

There's law and there's loss 
in the doctrine of dogs
The daughter of the Cross
is locked in Jihāda
যতক্ষণ শ্বাস ততক্ষণ আশ
(Yatakṣaṇa śbāsa tatakṣaṇa āśa)
If the episode isn't eclipsed, 
There's still stock in epoch
Now, Manuel's in the courtroom
with Mahi and boss
Saw his sister in taut frocks
jostling docs 
The jury is marking the dots
and Mahi's water is hot
Until there's a short recession 
And Manuel talks with the cop
The cop talks to his sister
The sister's in shock
Her temper's unboxed
Like an incinerator that pops
Later, she hurries in the boss 
And he's knocked out his socks
As the face of the eagle,
she states with face like an ox:
"This courtroom won't be made a mock,
All charges are dropped, 
Mahi's visa's restocked
And Mr. Klopp, 
your passport is blocked,
I've learned the truth of the matter, 
Reviewed all the data,
Spoke with a few witnesses who glued 
  in the pattern
Of those you've abused and flattered,
The DMs of nudes and lewd chatter,
If Mahi wants to countersue, 
we'll certainly do 
  after, 
But right now, this trial is through,
And your honor is shattered." 
Then the booth is battered 
by a gavel to boos and clamor. 
Mahi looks at Manuel, 
Manuel purviews dear Mahi
After nonverbal cues she knew 
 that he lobbied.
Her tears ruined her rouge 
finding foundations of these suits 
  were sloppy.
He gave her a warm hug 
and moved her softly
whispering "Lo siento, mami, 
pero, Dios en vida te mostro ágape." 
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Part III

I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”
Church hall wall to wall
Altar call without collection
Just devout confession 
From countenances bawling hard
Hearts of ice melt and ponds form 
Eternal bonds born 
Out of Mahi's strife and hell 
But Christ himself paid the bonds 
  for'em 
The Cavaillé pipe organ 
Made for a hype performance
As praise touched the height of the 
   forum
Decorum was forfeited
While the migrant 
testified of torment
Her fight and fortune 
Still the fright is forged in
Tempted to hide in the enormous
ignoring the choir's chorus:
"Child of weakness, watch and pray,"
Find in Me a source of adjournment
But after the court's adjournment
Unemployment was again her portion
As the high profile 
" it girl " that slew 
   Goliath
The news recited 
regurgitated regurgitated regurgitated
through op-eds and write-ins
They say, 'real g's move in silence'
And although she's a recluse
They refused to interview or
 include her in an assignment 
She's known as a no-hire 
I know the system is broken and tired
But Hope is no liar, 
A Good Samaritan was coaxed and inspired
Saw she could sew and showcase
So she holds a role that most admire 
Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe
For the Calvary Road 
Gallery of Scrolls
The amnesty alone
Satisfies the grief of soul
Both Manuel and Mahi 
received the code
No sharp beeps, No IVs,
Their heart beats a whole
July 2nd, 1987
The Reverend said 
"Ladies and Gentlemen,
To all friends, 
family and patrons present
I now pronounce
Mr. and Mrs. Match Made in Heaven.
You may now press your lips in
this holy space of luminescence" 
God bless'em.