with lifted eyes she clutches that
book of lies
the pastor screeches "Hallelujah!,"
jazz-hands and all.
never a woman upstaged
not even by bright lights and dance numbers
(the theatrics of worship)
she squeezes out one tear,
then another, until
she is sobbing for the big man
on a cloud-throne in the
sky.
the rhetoric of faith erupts from the pulpit
and wraps her in
a warm blanket of delusion.
she knows these pews will always be
her stage.
book of lies
the pastor screeches "Hallelujah!,"
jazz-hands and all.
never a woman upstaged
not even by bright lights and dance numbers
(the theatrics of worship)
she squeezes out one tear,
then another, until
she is sobbing for the big man
on a cloud-throne in the
sky.
the rhetoric of faith erupts from the pulpit
and wraps her in
a warm blanket of delusion.
she knows these pews will always be
her stage.
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