Ave Meniscus

I could have been faithful

to you, my sacred knee

listened to the sages

who said strong muscles
would save me from hell

But I took their counsel

and put it away, along with

“buy low, sell high”

and other worldly axioms

all good in theory

Instead I betrayed you

leaving no choice

but the surgeon with the big ego

crutches

and saran wrapped showers

Now  I worship daily

in the temple of the Y

leg presses, adductors

supine, prone, squatting

genuflecting to my knee

Soon I will have quads of steel
hams of spandex
chiseled calves
taut abductors
supple gluts

All this and more
I will offer

on the altar to my knee
never again
a disbeliever.