When the organ
starts playing
I think of empty
churches, communion,
collection plates,
and tiny
white wafers
the size of Rolaids.
It's about then
that I think
of god, jesus,
and all the rest of them
selling
their spirit story
to the deserving,
the already
enlightened,
& those who look
to the sky not
for answers or
reassurance,
but just to appreciate
that night's stars.
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