powerless to stop it…

 

there’s always
an antiseptic smell
before
death
as if
we truly
believe
we might
cleanse death
from
our being
it’s
a fragrance
of
age
we know it
all
too well
from
nursing homes
and
hospital halls
but
sense it
even as
we walk
along a city street
it makes us
most sad
when
a passing child
has whiffs
of
death
we wonder
why
and
where is
god
but are
soon distracted
by
armani
arden,
or
fresh-baked goods
until
when naked
in
the shower
we
find
that
fragrance

 

white house money changers…

prayers have dried up
parched lips no longer whisper
words of praise to god
heretics now pour the wine
and eat humanity’s flesh

 

addendum to a sermon…

honey
tell that preacher man
that
sinning
ain’t all that bad
i’ve tried it
and
child
it was so sweet
even
with hell
below
my feet
lord
that
first kiss
sent
me a reeling
and
by
the fourth
sunday’s sermon
was
as forgotten
as
where i put my car keys
when
i was asked
to
stay

 

delay due to increased volume…

you’re
new here
aren’t you
so you’re
probably wondering
about
all these pieces
of
folded paper
strewn
all over
the chapel floor
thinking
this is
not
what i expected
when
i got assigned
to
such a prestigious unit
well
truth is
we’re
way behind
on our schedule
of
events
see
folks used to
help one another
oh
they had their disagreements
but
on the whole
more folks
worked together
resolving
various issues
than
now days
which really
helped
to decrease our workload
and
the number
of
requests made
but
since humankind
has changed
and
moved away
from godliness
we
angels
are having
a harder time
with
addressing
all
the prayers

 

israeli reich…

becoming the beast
taking your weapon killing
a wheelchair bound man

 

o jerusalem…

unlike in the bible
the child has been sliced in half
now death ‘s greed’s reward