A KIND OF BEAUTY

After Death, dress me in Scarlet,
Give the Judge no room to doubt:
I have sinned as any harlot
And belong Not in, but Out.
Deeds unPunished – weak and wild;
Shameless thoughts by Star-lit night;
Wasteful adult; wilful child:
Clothe me Just for Love’s true sight.

Till then, Crimson, rinse my glasses –
Tint my sight as if a reign
Of Terror hues all my eye passes 
With a bloody-tinged stain –
So I might by Clear Heart see
Truth laid bare – and kinder be.

– Rita Glennon