the medallion…poem 16

we used to talk of communion in the Southern Church of Christ…a stale white cracker passed from pew to pew followed by tiny cups of grape juice…you’d bow your head ‘fore you’d partake…this be done in rememberance of me…Christ said…my body…my blood…and the white Southerners would pray on that…meditate for a moment…eat from the cracker and drink from the cup…only to be followed by giving from poor pockets to a red cushioned plate with bills and bills and bills laying in it…collected by men in cheap suits of blue and lime green…yellow and white…

and a part of me wanted to take that money…steal it from right under their noses…every bill…every coin…i was in need…and i figured what difference would it make if i was to take from the hand of God…he owed me anyway…for all the sufferin’ in the world…the hunger…the poverty…what difference would it make indeed…

for this is america…, i thought…., our god does not linger in the clouds above…he toils here on earth…in banks…trade houses…courtrooms…department stores…on billboards as your driving down the highway en- route to your Aunt Lucy’s house for a fat turkey on Thanksgiving with all the giblet gravy one could muster…devoured in one sitting at a table divided…a table divided…, that’s what i thought…that’s what i thought…

but she never saw my logic…my thoughts on takin’ the money and runnin’ away with a few dollars in my pocket for once…yes…just once have a few dollars in my pocket …not given to me for my labor…but taken at will…to never be caught with my hand in the till…to go to church every Sunday for the sole purpose of robbing them blind…what a glorious life that would be…

and why just stick with one church…spread myself all over the place…a Church of Christ at the first of the month…then the next Sunday steal from the Baptists…hell…why not stick up a Synagogue as well…it was all the same…the Gentile’s dollar was as good as the Jew’s…all to be spent on a big fat juicy pork chop with onions and sauerkraut…making sure that the loot was not spent in vain…

we used to talk of communion…talk of communion…that’s all we ever do in america is talk of communion…

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