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 True Love’s 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
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