A note to Ms. Oberle

“A Note to Ms. Oberle” by Danielle Piper Bloom

If the world were to echo,
Its voice would resemble you;
So absolute, a starlet-gaze,
Rubies as dark as a reindeer nose
To honor Jesus’ birth.

And I began to question nothings,
Believing that your love would save me;
It wears only white cotton,
And I feared I should drown in questions
Until the apple of your eye embraced.

Then when you, in the icehouse of cold folly,
Rallied to get me away from you,
I cried as a dead man with one fish-eye
Big above an island of Japan;
Big as an owl above a cooking mouse.

And you killed me like that mouse,
Frying my hell-bound heart in a skillet like a baby.
I cried for you, my Madonna muse!
But you spared no pity for that heart,
Nor for the mind that kept it beating.

And it exhausted me to think of you;
Your half-red smile with your pillars of white;
That which I loved you for.
Yet I also loved you for how you grew and lived
Among those who did not believe me for.

If the world were to echo
Its voice would resemble you.
The children, so innocent, so unlike me
Would worship you
For all the world has done for you.