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Butch Decatoria
Poems
Nov 2016
Homily
After the preaching is
Done-finished picking at the scabs
Of our guilt,
At week's end / day of rest;
When we almost had it gone
Forgotten
From our minds...
It's a kinder kin to amnesia
A softer fog of fugue
A healing art of our brain farts,
Not soaking in shame's
Diminishment
Or stewing in self helps
"Deliver us!"
bow down genuflect
But then again
Here we are together to gather
Uncomplainingly
Complacently listening
Absorbing every lash
Of the metaphorical whip,
To be guided back to good
The sermon for the humans that we know
We are -- unworthy
But willingly we suffer
The word...
On how to be just like
The lamb...
So afterwards, when after we've been
Emotionally & verbally punctured
Full of hollow
We are holes unworthy
Of being
Made whole...
Or so, we've been told
It is written.
So then let us meet for homily
After King James harangues us
His version of fellowship,
Let us have verbal
******* with the word.
Perhaps over supping
Or during beer & NFL
Or some blood
Sport
Non-emasculating
Reminding us how
Weekends roar
And Life is
Worth more
Than the inner wars
We are ourselves
Fighting.
After the sermon,
Let's have true verbal
*******.
(Without a shred of guilt.)
Inspired by Jason Clarke, after researching the word homily. Ty JC. Lol.
Written by
Butch Decatoria
47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)
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