churches
where
they throw snakes around
to loud music
and shouting.
there's a line
in the Bible that a snake
won't kill
you if you truly believe,
but don't quote me on that.
luckily i'm wearing my
long sleeve
thick Christmas sweater
that my mother gave me,
and a leather coat
with leather gloves.
i see a lot of parishioners
with scars on their hands
and arms,
their necks and faces
having survived
the testing of their faith
with venomous bites.
the Jezebel i'm with tells
me, go ahead, go ahead
and grab that big one there,
that giant copper head.
no thanks i tell her.
maybe i'll start with that little
green one over there.
that garter snake.
oh, she says, i see what
you're all about, you have
no faith, do you?
to which i respond, you know
what i'm out of here.
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