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