a convenient penance…

a convenient penance

the brown bag prophet
watched
as the nobility
of the local church
paraded onto marble steps
into the inner sanctum
of religious society
saying to me
as they entered
their faith’s wrapped
in clear cellophane
that stretches
to accommodate
the new questions
that encompass
their daily routines
of prayer
and
offerings
to the unseen entity
that defines
most aspects
of their existence
the entity
that they seek
a seal of
approval
from
for their life
unlike
passion’s dark
entity
that
part-time lover
in their bed
the lover
whose vows
to another
our but flotsam
among
the rotting seaweed
strewn
along the shoreline
a shoreline
with a self-defined
silver lining
where
the promise
of forgiveness
for sin
offers them
a way out
of their maze
of regret
for wrong doing
and
permits
their cellophane faith
to stretch
once more
around
the cancerous life
they’ve lived