Some Lady In Queen's Lords Prayer
Our Mother, our Father, Great Spirit
who is in heaven
holy is your name
your kindom come
and your will be done
on this fecund earth
as it is in a jillion
times more rapturous
heaven.
Give us daily
what we need to eat-
that should suffice.
Shore up inner-city dumpster divers,
and all of the hungry children
scavenging through landfills around the globe.
Bless the 10 year old Burundi boy
I saw on a New Pedestrianism
urban planner's website,
who chose to wear a
filthy pink, calf length ruche dress
he found in a Burundian dumpsite
rather than walk around
naked all the time.
Forgive us our age of terrorism
our self-serving transgressions
as we strive to absolve the hypnotized
the ignorant, the programmed
the rebellious for rebellion's sake
like lemmings
diving en masse
serially
over
cliffs,
who have anguished us before
they've headed for self destruction.
Protect us from craving, from impulse buying,
when our pneumas become weighted down with ash
and abrade, graze the ground, and our bosoms
have become hardened from this life
like that piece of horseradish cheddar
I found in the back of my refrigerator
cheese drawer that I forgot to
wrap in Saran wrap a month ago.
Don't let Beelzebub get at us.
His past-centuries name
still sends shivers through some. Especially
if said with a Mississippi southern accent.
10/02/21
