Deck the hand with balls of palsey
Fettle your fish with fine fishery.
Three cheers for Christ’s own capitalist
— in the person of the father and of the son and of the holy ghost, amen —
and a festoon of fairy tales for the half-wit graduates of sunday school.
These as we know are the three great fallacies:
that god is dead
that there is a christian capitalist
that there are no holy murderers.
For if god is dead, who will bury the innocent?
And if there is a christian capitalist, is it one hump or two?
And if there were no holy murderers, would not god be as dead as the doorknob?
Maybe as they say god was killed by boredom and disgust.
Maybe the christian capitalist goes to church every sunday.
Maybe the holy murderer employs a cast of millions
to create enough euphemisms to get him through the eye.
When a lassie meets a laddie.
Needle in a haystack, two bits.