dogs under the table…

what shall man place
upon god’s table
for the feast
of
salvation
what morsel
will man offer
that
is
uniquely his
other than
the dried bones
of
sons and daughters
sacrified
in wars
for
man’s pursuit
of
wealth
and
fame

popup cards…

you’ve finally
come
to realize
that
all your
possessions
and
dreams
over
a lifetime
are mere
cutouts
of existence
each
fitting
neatly
onto
one popup card
that
will
soon
be
folded
and
placed
in
a satin lined envelope
then
mailed
to
god