Saint Josephine expired today,
she shriveled up and died away.
A paragon of gentle caution
mired by a prime display.
A complex set of wired devices
her parietal phlebitis.
And though natural; on display
laid upon the floor to pray.
Simplex, simplex eager rage,
a charismatic lust,
--God in the machining thrust?
--a crimson heart inside her bust.
