If Not Faith, Then by the Sword

If Not Faith, Then by the Sword

Sister, this is our solstice–
Sol, for sun,
Sistere, to stand still…and you do
when you proclaim the planet
six thousand years old.

Ignore Gobekli Tepe,
buried beneath twelve thousand
years of sand. Jesus rode dinosaurs,
you betcha!

He comes soon, yea,
but until then
you save your yays
for wealthy white men,
jingoism, sunday bingo.

Let us read from the book
of Bluegrassians,
chapter ten, verse fourteen:

What is mine is mine,
O Holy Checkbook, and
What is thine
Is mine to get.
Amen!

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