Mad Mary isn’t truly mad,
especially when compared to many others
on the list of tyrants and despots
and those that murder indiscriminately.
Mad Mary, who’d be burnt
as a witch or stoned as a martyr.
Who’d be beatified
in medieval circumstance.
Saint Mary, they’d call to her,
lighting a candle in her name,
a red-lettered day in her honour,
her fingerbone coddled in a reliquary,
brought out on holidays
to a chorus of sighs and whispers.