Even Susan
Bearer of the horn
Savior of Narnia
Could not go back
She grew taller and she
Met a spy and they
Fell in love
Susan and this spy
And Susan wore lipstick
And sent her lover
Love letters in code
But Aslan found out
And he was jealous
Susan was his own precious discovery
And once a queen in Narnia
Always a queen in Narnia
But Susan
Gentle and afraid
Learned that she had
Always been brave
Susan’s lover sent her nylons
And French perfumes
And, once,
A whole coat, worth 18 coupons
Susan had nothing to send but letters
“Dear Beryl,” she wrote,
“Last night I dreamed
I went to Narnia again.
“I dreamed that I held
Once again
My arrows and bow
And my aim was true.
“I dreamed of a feast
And the end of wartime
I dreamed I could hold
You close to me without fear.”
Aslan visited
Susan in her dreams
And told her she must
Choose: Narnia or Beryl
Susan chose.
And Aslan, angry
Rewrote the story
But Susan is her own
Savior now.
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