NEWSANCE

she would become the forbidden messiah     her passing impertinent to countries that matter

her sacrifice irrelevant to newspushers     her crucifixion unnoticed in the UN 

her sainthood caught up in paranoia and menial diligence     miracles

would get lost in boredom     or shrouds of drugged witchcraft performed by goons

all of russia's rivers sucked dry

by tarkovsky's horses

before shedding their brutal hides     in unapproved cellars of conceptual poetry

her tears     wanting to represent the entirety of grief     would fall incomprehensibly

unwanted meteorites tearing through wanton atmospheres

like before     her resurrection would be ascertained by resisting her absence