The Gods are money sound these days.
and priests have marketing degrees -
The faithful, called to worship
by giant plasma screens,
in mega-shopping sanctuaries
selling salvation through merchandising.
At the Church of Holy Consumption
all denominations are welcome –
hundreds, twenties, tens.
All the hymns are sung by Muzak -
the readings daily specials.
A sister spritzes us with holy essence
(The bottle's 40 bucks an ounce).
Leave your offerings at the till -
major credit cards accepted.
When worship time is up,
sign the dollar across your chest
and bend a knee to the talking head
cooing soothing benedictions,
“Go in Peace, my child. You’re worth it.”
January, 2007
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
The Gods are money sound these days.
and priests have marketing degrees -
The faithful, called to worship
by giant plasma screens,
in mega-shopping sanctuaries
selling salvation through merchandising.
At the Church of Holy Consumption
all denominations are welcome –
hundreds, twenties, tens.
All the hymns are sung by Muzak -
the readings daily specials.
A sister spritzes us with holy essence
(The bottle's 40 bucks an ounce).
Leave your offerings at the till -
major credit cards accepted.
When worship time is up,
sign the dollar across your chest
and bend a knee to the talking head
cooing soothing benedictions,
“Go in Peace, my child. You’re worth it.”
January, 2007
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