The
Church
Moan, go the vacuums in the
church
The Minister is home without a
wife
His deacons chew on peanuts that
are stale
The rest of town stays up late
tonight
He busies through the kitchen
with a knife
Attempts to bread an aubergine that’s
cooked
Parishioners grab coats from
naked hooks
He bows and eats with dogs and
reads the Book
The Shawl Group ties its four millionth
yarn
Karate America pays the building
fund
A gay film plays in the Young Out
Group
While the masses yearn to drink
and grind
It was his calling--not the flesh—‘til
His yelping dogs mounted in the
back
Keys are grabbed with a mugger’s
zeal
For a sacred city’s reverend
snack
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