‘I am the rod to their lightning.’

In the December 2012 issue of Poetry Magazine, Mary Karr takes a crack at writing a poem in the voice of Our Lady.

Moran Contemplates Virgins and Dynamos on Orcas Island

Between the blood of wars, I lived on
Beyond the memories of fire
Because the doctors said, “A gift, then,
If you can live another year.”
Now I sit out here, Orcas Island,
And hold the keys in my right hand
That used to open mansion door
And furnace hatch – and fateful war,
All gates of horn. What’s more lasting?
The holocausts where iron forged
My steel and brick, or fires that purged
The town for these it next was cast in?
Tonight, my humble hearth expires –
Seattle steams with Vulcan’s fires.