‘Marina’

So, it was not Marina.

That night I stood by her

at her slimed home.

People who came threw mud,

spitted.

They took her for Marina

of that despised home.

But, she was not Marina.

I know now, as

she returned to her old home.

When Diana turned frail,

I found Marina nearer,

nearer. But,

Diana interfered between the fleshes.

She knew it was not Marina.

She was sent by the Holy Spirit

to expunge of her.

Marina lives at her slimed home.

She is smug.

She knows not about the earthquake,

the volcano and the hurricane.

And, when heat can replace

smug’s burden.