hang down you head Mark Foley
mine’s a hangin’ too
name the priests who raped you Mark
let them claim their guilty hands
that became your addiction
alcohol always works as an absovent
secrets are our real sickness
my hands are folded also
may the Mother of Darkness
lead you home to your true self
the one’s the priests did not destroy
the one held safe in your heart
together we can pray for
their very own Pope
ask for your forgiveness
and the forgiveness of all their victims
times how many years and lives shattered.
it is true, as my left shoulder says,
many victims do not become victimizers.
but my right shoulder speaks for the lost child,
“It took 20 years to out yourself,
both sexual preference and in leaving evidence,
now you can live without fear.”