P.C. Walker
Obsessed with intellectualized faith,
he stands behind his desktop battle-plan.
Strategically yet without mercy,
Theology makes his conquest on the map.
“Everyone hear my words.
On behalf of Theological indifference…
ATTACK!!”
Love sits crippled and rickety,
drinking iced-milk to wash down
Theology’s unfiltered aftertaste.
Praise God for Hospice visitors
who sit attentively
as she exhibits
photo-albums
of year-stained memories.
“Awww, and these were
the ‘glory days’
before Theology came.”