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Dollar Fifty Redemption


His eyes ooze over the congregation,
Screen-dotted heads bob like gulls,
While picture-in-picture porno breasts
Heave
To the swell of "Amazing Grace."
He lets the slight mint of stamp glue linger,
And palm worn Washingtons'
Eyes glaze dull at the white walls of security envelopes.
PO Boxed and stamped:
A dollar fifty's worth of redemption.
He prays God will forgive
Plain, brown packaging and back issues of Hustler
For Preacher's Italian leather interior. Preacher,
Hawking the white blood of a crucified lamb.
Such a stately Southern man
With his crocodile mouth,
Glittering like fool's gold
And kissing like Judas.
God loves a golden idol.


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