The Church collapsed into rubble.
A cloud of disgust.
A treatise nailed to the forsaken door.
A thousand doors.
A hundred thousand neighborhood doors.
More than a million Facebook connections.

My keyboard is now a bullhorn.

Oh, oracle at fill-in-the-blank dot com
please portend the end of times,
so I do not have to complete my algebra homework.

Tighty whities replace sackcloth.
Wifi bedroom replaces the Trappist cell.

Oh this headlong race to a new heaven.
This electron jubilation.

copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

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