by M.N. O'Brien
I.
See that mountain?
See that bump
In the carpet of the Earth?
Revenge is subtle: not me,
Nor divine isolation, spins
The web of grandest design.
II.
Enough artificial saints!
Halo-headed saints!
Enough!
You and your artificial “wildernesses!”
Is that even a word?
Enough!
I've already seen your favorite car commercial.
It's nothing out of the ordinary, nor original.
Ordinarily. Enough!
III.
I've bared too many “We Buy Gold!” pawn shops
Sold at a higher price just to see a Satan cursed
To shed that snake-guy-in-the-grass skin of his!
Why can't people worship Satan in peace and love?
“God-as-a-Dictator” jokes are off-limits?
Why is your throat not dry for the newest game on a cell phone?
IV.
I couldn't control the journey of numbers.
How many times do you think Jesus
showed up to a championship event?
V.
I'll tell you the truth:
The Sun takes it with him.
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