Legion of Mary
for Wei-Shan


Kneeling in front of you, feeling
that familiar ache or uneasiness

of straddling a pulchritude
both sentient and sublime

(because a member next to you
has just appeared in a pair of shorts),

and looking at you standing on top
of the world with a briar of serpents

under your feet, I’ve often wondered why
a small of group of teenage boys

would gather Saturday after Saturday
to say the rosary amongst themselves

and report good deeds done the past week
and still not seek any kind of reward

but for your abstract approval,
O Lady of Perpetual Assistance?