plant your seeds in me

I see a mob of people
dragging
a televangelist through
the streets.

they have him by his ankles
as he cries.
they've emptied his
pockets.

taken his cars, his homes.
his wives.
they've had enough.

he continues to preach
as they drag him
towards the edge of
town.

he repeats and repeats
the phone number where you
can pledge
your money.

where peace, where love,
where healing can
be found.

plant your seeds in me,
he says
and you shall reap a thousand
folds
over from what
you sow.

someone stuffs a sock into
around his mouth
before they toss him to
wolves
who wait with open

arms at the edge of town.