Mushroom Theatre
Lines drawn in the desert sands of time
Sun days filled with heatred melting
Golden language skewed in tabernacle
Meetings with f***ed up thoughts of God.
Piled high in long mushroom houses of shit
Mennonite pastors fly dark flags of love
Creatively cursing sacred creative life
Harrisonburg mecca of black clothed souls.
Pacifistic lines across war torn homogeneity
Stop intruders bringing tithes of theological
Surprises to red tents of Mennonite popes
For the grand exposé of war-crimes hidden.
The Greek and Hebrew in a whirlwind mix
Pneuma and dabar bend theology f***ed
Without cause nor reason toward interpretation
Of life in a theatre of compassion-filled mimes.
Dayvid Graybill (C) 2013
Lady Vivian
Now that the Mennonites have moved into central Wisconsin, buying up farmland and ripping out the electricity and other conveniences from the farmhouses, how do they withstand two weeks of 20 below zero? Potbelly stoves don't do a very good job of heating an uninsulated house. Ask my relatives who live there.
Ron
Jesus Christ Superstar killed Mel Gibson's Passion of Christ,
Sage
Love ya!
Jane