And Holy Bread....to Crust!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jesus runs in Everglades, Mohammed climbs the roof

The Angels stamp in anger as the Devil stands aloof,

A wandering Pope in la-la land while Jewish hands do writhe

Those apoplectic Muslims glare while Catholics pay the tithe.

 

Religion, girls, has hit the skids…the game is up on God

With rosaries rotating hard, theologians do nod,

While Mormons rant moronically with frankincense and myrrh

The irreligious bark and howl in Rastafarian fur.

 

Sectarian’s recant Sanctum’s Shrine the rite of soul is lost

As neophytes are dancing… the High Priest counts the cost,

Theocracy unbalances as Voodoo’s stamp the floor

And the Prophets throw their hands up, fast retreating for the door.

 

It’s transcendental disbelief that’s nailed it to the Cross

With the Priesthood chasing little boys all credence here is lost.

With sanctity’s monastic plunge the pagans roar and shout

As Shamans scream their incantations…God declares a route!

 

There is silence in the Temple now, stillness in the pews

As dust lies thick on altars, a nervous clergy holds reviews,

What, once, was good and vibrant here, is now as dead as dust

As the Blood Red Wine evaporates and Holy Bread…to crust.

 

Marshalg

Feeding the pigeons by the dusty, open door of the very, empty Chapel.

30 November 2013