Margot Kaessmann and H.G. Wells Lost Their Lunch Money

Oh Margot, your Eucharistic Vision was blurred beyond repair,
beyond deed,
beyond it all.

Go ahead and Bishop your move and lets be thankful,
you don't need a rope,
to hold your pants up.

Maybe you were didactic,
but moreso standing still,
in the doorstop of Standgate.

Margot, Isabel, Maude and Moura,
I wonder if you wander about,
in the resiliency of it all.