This is not typical church.
We will not yell
about sin and hell
for that picture doesn’t work anymore
for those who have worked on factory floors.
We welcome you new crawling psalms,
you drunk choirs
you gouged melodies
you nasty bags of glowing mercy.
We welcome those with unpaid bone tariffs
those raised by the missing
those boys who got lost in the eyes of another boy
those who loved the cities that hated them
those who kept putting on their gloves for boxing the
those who couldn’t scratch their golden tickets because
were ground down from clawing their own way out of
their father’s casket
those who couldn’t get skinny enough to get to the front
of the line
those who couldn’t stand anymore so they built splints out
out of their own words,
Depth charges, yes!
The choir charging the audience with tambourines in their
Kick me when I’m up, yes!
Hallelujah, we are fucked! Yes!