Blasphemy runs like
blood over a plastic crucifix
onto Swaggert's secret stash
of Hustlers
"I have sinned:
yet belittle the sheep
for following the shepard
alterboys in father Brian's
"private" chambers
paying penance
for lost innosense
as the staue of Jesus
drips another tear of
blood
before crashing on the floor
below
unheard beneath the droning noise
of mindless ritual
except the old mexican Janitor
who cleans up the pieces
and puts up a new one in its
place
walking away cursing in spanish
about cheap Japanese
sacred merchandise.