Ninja Virgin

<p><em>Ninja Virgin</em> is a stunning collection of poetry from a quite brilliant observer and recorder of life and its minor tragedies idiosyncrasies heroes and villains. This is a collection of poetry that you will enjoy for years to come.</p><p></p><p><strong>Ninja Virgin</strong></p><p></p><p>She wraps her form in black instead of blue.</p><p>Everything's covered shoes are flexible.</p><p>Her halo's in her backpack zipped away.</p><p></p><p>The job is on. She climbs a block of flats.</p><p>Cuts glass using her diamond laser nails</p><p>enters the bedroom where a sick child sleeps.</p><p>Somebody prayed? It's Ninja Virgin here.</p><p>Puts halo on. Time for a miracle.</p><p>The child turns in her sleep and starts to sweat.</p><p>Next day the doctor'll say the crisis passed.</p><p></p><p>Now Ninja Virgin's gone. She abseils down.</p><p>Crosses the busy road picks up a dog</p><p>that almost went beneath a taxi's wheels.</p><p>The driver sees the dog up in the air</p><p>but not the Ninja Virgin holding him.</p><p>He hits the brakes and skids but halts in time.</p><p>She's off. Another job. A homeless man</p><p>lies on the sidewalk in his tattered rags.</p><p>His head is pillowed on a bag of clothes.</p><p>A filthy blanket covers most of him.</p><p>No priest around to give him the last rites.</p><p>He sees her smiles says. Mary! as he dies.</p><p>She can't save everyone. That's not her brief.</p><p>The police will find him by the morning's light.</p><p>She's closed his eyes to hide their ecstasy.</p><p></p><p>She's at the hospital. The doors swing wide.</p><p>She's only visible to those like her:</p><p>night people loners those who're on the edge.</p><p>The porter winks at her. She's in the ward</p><p>unhooking oxygen breathing her life</p><p>into the old ones fighting for each breath.</p><p>Doctors and nurses check the monitors.</p><p>A power-cut perhaps. But all is fine.</p><p>Pulses are checked. Some mini miracles.</p><p>But none acknowledged by the men of science.</p><p></p><p>It's almost morning now. She's off again</p><p>to hide her darkness from the coming light.</p><p>Her black would be no camouflage at all.</p><p>She's worked her shift. It's time for morning saints.</p>