Prayer
04/28/2026 14:58h
Oh you saints,
Let me enter your society,
If only as a statistician.
You’re old,
Perhaps the years are
Getting you down by now,
Laying themselves over you
In layers of color.
Just let me take care
Of your dirty work in
All the nooks and crannies.
For example I could
Swallow light
At the Last Supper
And exhale your halos
After the devotionals.
From time to time,
At a distance of half a wall,
I could
Form my hands into a horn
And shout,
Now for the believers,
Now for the unbelievers
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!