A faith like
Al Capone’s:
a gun and a smile
will get you farther
than just a smile.
A vision like
Charlie Manson’s:
love is all you need,
“love” spelled
“K-N-I-F-E.”
A discipline like
John Gotti’s:
well-dressed, cracking
jokes and heads, bragging
and daring you to try it.
A truth like
George Armstrong Custer’s:
if you charge long enough
and often enough, you’ll become
a famous loser.
A holy fire like
Cotton Mather’s:
find a scapegoat,
hang it high, pretend
the rope wasn’t braided out of fear.
A repentance like
Jimmy Swaggart’s:
public and eyes up
to a heaven somewhere above
a cheap suspended ceiling.
February 17th, 2020 at 8:25 pm
I love that last stanza, in particular the cheap suspended ceiling!
February 17th, 2020 at 8:27 pm
Thank you! Hardest one to write, too.
February 17th, 2020 at 11:30 pm
Interesting! It’s a testament to the effectiveness of the poem that the last stanza seemed inevitable.
February 17th, 2020 at 12:23 pm
[…] via Why We Got Here — Dark Matter […]