Catena Aurea

The rap artist Lucy Audacious

Vexed Augustine, Thom, and Ignatius

With how pretty her face is

And whether her grace is

Sufficient or just efficacious.

They ponder fine points of divinity

To explicate her femininity

Like flames to a moth

These men of the cloth

Are drawn within half of infinity.

Though Xavier evangelized

With blessings profoundly disguised,

To pass for a martyr

He’s got to try harder

Not fade away, unrecognized.

Scholars scan Lucy’s lyrics with care

To construe one gold lock of her hair.

Cataloging her acts

They might ferret out facts,

But to grasp her they haven’t a prayer.