The Stacking
Little girl, for your fateful choosing
When all the cards were stacked against you
Your face so homely, skin so coarse
Legs so twisted, smile so far away
On a distant isle, at fate’s doorstep
Are you waiting for the Angel of Death?
With her soft eyes and merciful wings?
Your fateful journey to the land that awaits?
In white fields of silk, in perfume dreams?
Does your comfort lie in the unknown?
Are you a prerequisite for a better life?
Where mercy is at the hands of karma?
That life that replaces sorrow with joy?
Ugliness with a magnetic charm?
That delivers you to a better place?
Look to the future and beyond
For your day shall come
Beautiful one