penny found on street
a lost soul without a home
deemed worthless by most
no one bends to pick it up
life’s true fortune cast aside
souls
the library…
one life to a book
collections of short stories
all first editions
once a book has been removed
just a few are remembered
most are forgotten
their spaces are soon refilled
with newer copies
dusty historical books
the only remnants of souls
]
an observation on love…
when love mingles souls
life will have no barriers
love is eternal
nothing can part the two souls
joined but unique within each
the book of dying 3:8…
so then death gathers up souls
family and friends begin to grieve
as death smiles enjoying the moment
knowing each person sees themselves here
identity theft…
let’s not count the dead
we should read each name aloud
honoring souls lost
rather than some statistic
to be filed and forgotten
the book of dying 3:3…
words of repentance bought and sold
cathedral dollar offerings to death’s angels
licenses to sin death’s special vouchers
postponement of guilt till death bed
the book of dying 3:2…
history of men death’s dark angels
wingless night creature messengers of evil
life’s slave traders gold for souls
believers in prayer fee for redemption
the book of dying 2:9…
death’s ghost ship greed’s blind passengers
sailing to ports without safe harbor
rocky shores await a darkened lighthouse
assures their fate life’s soulless waters
no questions please…
the tomb’s been sealed tight
politics over god’s son
money’s to be made
cadillacs to be paid for
so now preachers prefer cash
they prefer trump’s cash
over heavenly rewards
so when they’re preaching
they prefer you just listen
as if trapped in a sealed tomb
televangelists…
corpse evangelists
cannibals of god
feasting
on
the souls
of
their flock
using
the bound word
for
searing
the flesh
of
unborn children
to
solicit
silver coins
coins
used
fill their
private
martini glasses
