by john clare stokes
painting by Marc Chagall for illustration only
this is rather easily understood, I assure. If not, suffice to say often I find myself concentrating more on the cross than upon the sermon.....be it a little cross upon a chain, on the neck of a lady, or be it a fly upon the wall, whatever it takes to distract is one of the tools of the enemy. Ladies in the sanctuary just happen to be one of the easier distractions.
Her crucifix swung hypnotically
perfectly prominently
in the lower cut division of her cleavage
We knew by piously staring immediately
she was displaying something
decidedly holy
We the dull of discernment groping
inwardly for a sign
And when we C one displayed so boldly
Naturally we know it must mean
the prophetess knows it's time
(end of time that is)
As the cross swings to reveal
the things soon to B
(magnitude not revealed)
But don't we love to proclaim this
new, new story
Of wearing your faith so close to
the breast
Of shunning the blood and things
so gory
Give us boys the dangling cross
upon the low cut dress
And it will draw in many, manly
disciples
As moths are drawn to the zap light
Oh how everything we C is
beautiful
The glow of that cross on the
low cut high heeled prophetess
rapturing us
right out of here
and into that
dark, dark
outer darkness.
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