Margaret and her asbestos gods

alters of birth and rain cloud dust
when given names are admonished

like scare-tin wedding maestros
giving a shake of hallway calendar wall

there the dust migrates to shelter
from rain clouds never scolded or marked

with a tangential compass like passions
along to ghost rattled alleys where

Margaret met the solar myth saints
like the asbestos gods of town hall funds

divings, strivings, not following your leadership,
but a compass made for stars