by Theric Jepson
If I had a Book of Mormon Broadway show,
Abish would get a glittery gown
and narrate the whole thing because
golly but I admire her.
Or, to be honest, I feel like her.
I too sit and watch and would rather
be invisible than the hero of the story. I don’t want
to step in and prevent disaster.
On stage she will sing of the remarkable vision
of her father and give a full biography of Samuel
and she will show her audience that,
outside the propaganda, her people were pretty great too.
By the end she won’t look embarrassed anymore
to be covered in sequins. She’ll don a feathered headdress
and sing and dance and make us forget
the tens of thousands lying about her in blood and bone.