teeth crumbling
from his jawline
embalming decay
mummified his bones
next to his cronies and
his script pimp to tell his
religious story he believed
to be a cultural treasure
tracing Jesus'
Route through
the Old City with
a Mexican Jumping
Bean
his face hair
is long turned
to dust he seeks
communion in the
cold stones
his life upon
Earth he spent
as a God trafficker
pimping unsuspecting
prayer mongers to anyone
who would buy it lacking any
true understanding of humane
social bond
unlike the true
Hermit long bearded
translator of ancient
Christian hymns every
morning the Hermit pulls
on his black habit and cloak
eats a piece of fruit and sets
out to deliver 10,000 blessings
to every place in the world to every
race every religion and every sexual
orientation
team of
scientists
lost their race
against the bulldozers
to pull the past out from
under the burgeoning present
his bones crushed to dust
the Witch
giving him something
the God traffickers could
not a clear conscience the
removal of the opponent's
piece from the chess board
en passant
Copyright 2.20.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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giving him something
the God traffickers could
not a clear conscience the
removal of the opponent's
piece from the chess board
en passant
... i love the twist in the tale of this, Sage. A blessing on obliteration! And just so casual, en passant. There is no such thing as cheap grace. It comes with a very heavy price - if not now, then later... en passant. You are such a slick chick! No one's ever goin to pull any woolly-bully over YOUR eyes! :)) x
Cheers,
Dan
Regis
PS: Your title reminded me of an old French song:
En Passant Par La Lorraine
En passant par la Lorraine, avec mes sabots
Rencontrait trois capitaines
Avec mes sabots dondaine Oh oh oh
Avec mes sabots.
Rencontrait trois capitaines, avec mes sabots
Ils m'ont appelé vilaine,
Avec mes sabots mondaine Oh oh oh
Avec mes sabots.
Je ne suis pas si vilaine...
Puisque le fils du roi m'aime...
Il m'a donné pour étrennes...
Un bouquet de marjolaine...
S'il fleurit, je serai reine...
S'il y meurt, je perds ma peine...
team of
scientists
lost their race
against the bulldozers
to pull the past out from
under the burgeoning present
his bones crushed to dust