Devil-chasing, scripture-shouting shamans,
Their styrofoam hair cupped over soft, fleshy faces,
Bleat out blessings in between begging for checks.
Their plucked and powdered wives
Sit beside them with glazed eyes and vacant smiles,
Their faith flowing from weeping eyes.
Like old cheerleaders gone to seed,
Transported from one field of glory to another,
They lead the fans in hallelujahs now
Instead of hurrahs and hip-hip-hoorays.
Their husbands vow to save the sinners
With donated dollars from all the devoted
Who get the privilege of spiritual participation
Without the burden of economic partnership.
Like travel agents for Christ,
They plan devil-hunting safaris
For the faithful who are flush
With spiritual assets of the hard cash variety.
Why run with the bulls in Pamplona
When you can chase the devil from Rome?
Those believers whose balance sheets
Fall short of a full-price tour should not despair.
Even a minimum donation merits a love gift—
This month the faithful can choose between
A weeping cross key chain
Or a glow-in-the-dark “Faith” mug.
God’s glory is available to all.
Copyright 2010 Susan Matthewson
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LOVE IT! And I definitely want a weeping cross key chain. Susan, you are an amazing poet. I bow down in worship at the altar of your talent.
ReplyDeleteCan't say it any better than Liz, except that I'd like the glow in the dark mug :) That phrase, Styrofoam hair - can't get it out of my mind... I really SEE what you are saying.
ReplyDeleteHOLY CRA....er, uh, brilliant job! :) I can't tell you how much I love this poem! You have such a gift for combining stiletto-sharp analysis and poetic imagery. More, please!
ReplyDeleteWow Susan. So tight and succinct. It really moves!
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