Sunday,

I would wait for the next insult

counting the notes,

missed beats,  I even developed 

a knack for collecting them,

Five this weekend, four last-

It was a shaking noisey finger

wagged in our faces, 

guilt is the worst rod to beat with.

 

But the shop downstairs

continued to crank out the music

leaving the pages to dry,

and when they were set free,

they didn’t want to come inside.

 

Dave Barber

Natural Laws

Resisting Religion.

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