Salvador devotes the rest of his life
praying to save the world from hunger and war
and pestilence.
He preaches to the beggars: *ignore
hunger, thank God for the beauty of this smog-
infested sky where the moon and the stars
and the fireflies succumb to the blasts of neon
lights and flares of profit.*
He preaches to the beggars: *endure
life as you sleep in pavements among blots
of bubble gum and dirt and spit and morsels
of pity. This hell tempers your faith.*
He preaches to the beggars: *learn
the ways of gadflies -- know with pinpoint precision
where to look for carcass to feast on.*
But the beggars gather away from Salvador’s
prayers. Cradled by their pus and grime
and lice and love of life; with their hard-bitten
fingers and sermon-broken eardrums and
bleeding hearts, they
heave the birthing of their own salvation.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Salvador devotes the rest of his life
praying to save the world from hunger and war
and pestilence.
He preaches to the beggars: *ignore
hunger, thank God for the beauty of this smog-
infested sky where the moon and the stars
and the fireflies succumb to the blasts of neon
lights and flares of profit.*
He preaches to the beggars: *endure
life as you sleep in pavements among blots
of bubble gum and dirt and spit and morsels
of pity. This hell tempers your faith.*
He preaches to the beggars: *learn
the ways of gadflies -- know with pinpoint precision
where to look for carcass to feast on.*
But the beggars gather away from Salvador’s
prayers. Cradled by their pus and grime
and lice and love of life; with their hard-bitten
fingers and sermon-broken eardrums and
bleeding hearts, they
heave the birthing of their own salvation.
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