Deck the hands with balls of palsey
and fettle your fishy finery.
Three cheers for the christian capitalist
— in the person of the father
and of the son
and of the holy ghost, amen —
and a festoon of fairy tales for the half-wit graduates of sunday school.
These as we now know are the three great fallacies:
that god is dead
that there can be a christian capitalist
that there can be a holy murderer.
For if god is dead, who will bury the innocent?
And if there is a christian capitalist, where would he buy the camel?
If there is a holy murderer, is not his god as dead as the doorknob?
Maybe as they say
god was killed by boredom and disgust at the human species.
Maybe the christian capitalist goes to church every sunday.
Maybe the holy murderer employs a cast of millions
to create enough euphemisms
to get him through the eye.
When a lassie meets a laddie.
Needle in a haystack, two bits.