He made the church his pigeon
by hoodwinking a few hallelujahs
with a faux born again passing on needles.
Nothing feeds the collection plate
like a lie painted with enough truth
to make the organ play an altar call.
More attention should have been paid
to the serpent in the pulpit, but Eden
needed to be weeded with passing the blame.
Death comes when the hour glass is empty
or sooner if heroin loves an alcohol chaser.
It doesn’t matter if the star was tarnished…
It just matters if the choir can still sing
in the false key of the good old days.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
Mama Zen wanted me to shock her in 77 words or less. I got a bit windy. It was hard to pair down a story (especially a true one) that has so much more to tell. I've got a lot more forgiving to do.