Joan of Arc, Jeanne D'arc, Joan-in-the dark
When I got confirmed I chose Joan of Arc
To be my special saint
I am glad
because one day thirty five years later
I more or less jumped off
A balcony fifty feet above the ground
Which could have put me underground
Forever but did not
After being captured Joan
Threw herself from a parapet
seventy feet
70 feet
above the ground
which would certainly put
practically everyone
underground
I have looked it up:
a fall of 48 feet is usually lethal
I fell 50 feet and wrecked just a leg
Joan fell 70 feet, and didn't even get a bruise
It follows that
I knew what I was doing
when I chose Joan
Glorius, dubious, terrified Joan
Joan who recanted
and then recanted her recantation
in the face of fire
to be my patron saint
When I got confirmed I chose Joan of Arc
To be my special saint
I am glad
because one day thirty five years later
I more or less jumped off
A balcony fifty feet above the ground
Which could have put me underground
Forever but did not
After being captured Joan
Threw herself from a parapet
seventy feet
70 feet
above the ground
which would certainly put
practically everyone
underground
I have looked it up:
a fall of 48 feet is usually lethal
I fell 50 feet and wrecked just a leg
Joan fell 70 feet, and didn't even get a bruise
It follows that
I knew what I was doing
when I chose Joan
Glorius, dubious, terrified Joan
Joan who recanted
and then recanted her recantation
in the face of fire
to be my patron saint