Santa Eva

Santa Eva

The inspiration for this most unusual erotic poem about Eva Peron, the First Lady of Argentina who died in the early 50s of cervical cancer at the age of thirty-three, and necrophilia involving her corpse is based on an educational television program about modern day mummies and techniques and necrophilia. It was shocking to say the least, but except for using my imagination to fill in the blanks or details of those acts as they might have been and are euphemistically called unchristian in kind, this is history. Evita is now buried with her husband in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
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Some many, many years ago
when Eva died so very slow
with cancer eating at her womb
that would lead her to Death's dark room,
a Doctor Ara embalmed her
inside his lab quite undisturbed
by draining all her fluids out
that took him a whole year about,
and in their place he filled with wax
all of her cells not to collapse.
When he was done, she looked in death
as she had done when taking breath.
Her long, blonde hair was brushed straight back
and laid so smooth and soft and flat
over the table towards the floor
while her fair features looked as before
when she was filled with quickened life
as Presidente's lovely wife
who was beloved by all the people
of Argentina's strong and feeble.
She gave so much to all the poor
that many thought a saint for sure,
and she who was herself born poor
knew the pale hunger at her door.
And thus it was so sad to see
that Eva died at thirty-three,
but she was not alone in death
to have her body put to rest
because through Doctor Ara's way
her body was put on display
so that the woman they all loved
could be both here and up above.
But when Peron was overthrown,
he quickly had to flee his home,
leaving the body of his wife
to suffer at the hands of strife.
The junta knew not what to do,
so she was passed around the few
who it was said performed such acts
of necrophilia like mats
who violated her in time
in lurid acts of every kind!
These acts were called unchristen, true,
to mask the heinous acts these few
did do with Eva's body dead
although her mummy body fed
their wanton ways that were obscene
like licking breasts with waxy sheen
or running hands between her legs
through pubic hair where once men begged
to feel her warm, wet pussy cream
that lay between her lips abeam
of head and feet of that dear place
where womanhood is truly graced.
We might assume if some did touch
there were some who did kiss her crotch
from open "V" to little glans
that above all makes it so grand.
How sick were those who did such deeds
that they should not have been let free
until such days they were no more
and now at last get just rewards
to desecrate this woman so
and not inside shout out, "No! No!"
Evita's body was moved around
until it now rests in the ground
beneath a tomb with husband near
to rest in peace forever years
while memories of her do linger
within the heart of Argentia.

Maggie Red Rose