Be Not Idle

at 6am
the gun first pressed to her brow
ten years ago
by the editor of cosmopolitan magazine
all spandex and day glo
and by the creative consultants of sundry advertising companies
like grinning puppets in a row
and by the programme planners of itv rte and the bbc
no no no
went off
and the body she had starved for so long
to attain their image
to obey their decree
made tangled
made desolate
made broken
ceased to be

at 6am
jesus woke her from her sleep
that’s enough suffering for one lifetime
come with me
walking down d’olier street
they chatted like old friends
and she realised at last
that the rain is diamonds

The Heelers Diary is one of my favorite sites because it author, James Healy, is always surprising. I never know if he’s going to wax eloquent or embark on a flight of fancy. And then there’s the poetry…

Check it out. But don’t be fooled. His grandeous claim to the title of “Ireland’s Greatest Living Poet” is to obscure the fact that he really is a poet.

Another sad day in the war against the drug cartels in Mexico.

Gunmen ordered a priest and two seminarians out of their vehicle and shot them dead in a drug-plagued region of western Mexico, authorities said Monday.

The three were killed as they drove through the town of Arcelia in Guerrero state to nearby Ciudad Altamirano to organize a spiritual retreat, said the Archbishop of Acapulco, Felipe Aguirre Franco.

No word yet on their names.

UPDATE: They are Father Habacuc Hernandez Benitez, and seminarians Eduardo Oregon Benitez and Silvestre Gonzalez Cambrón. More at CNA.