this new church, with piped-in music
and the occasional announcement, has
aisles for everything, new brick walls
sheltering two cashiers, ten registers,
one harried manager, and acres of
boxes, jars, bottles, bags, and shrink-wrapped
loveliness neatly shelved for
greedy fingers
anticipating the consumption of plastic
sandwiches and drugstore wine,
amen, I say to you, amen, let us save to spend
and spend again.....
funhouse mirror, fluorescent white light, and
pretty jars of hope and charity stacked just so......
the automatic doors open, shut, the
electric eye watches, benevolent red, burning
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