Lois Marie Harrod
The most religious state
is always the one youíre in
surrounded by those family members
with their high profile beliefs, you know
what I mean, Salmonís head of Christ
looking like no Arab youíve ever seen
hanging above the fireplace and that diamond
cross pendant stuck in Aunt Luís cleavage,
the fervent grace before the bloody steak.
As for Durerís praying hands,
whenís the last time you did your nails?
You know whatís obscene: your cousin Miss Pru
asking the preacher to give a polished hell
and brimstone sermon at the funeral
for that husband of hers who forgot
everything because all the relatives
would be there and not one had been saved.
© Copyright, 2014,
Lois Marie Harrod.