Beyond the Pagan God

There are holes in the wall with cross-shaped Band-Aid

Over Band-Aid

Supposedly better than a prayer

Or a piece of cardboard with framed silver duct tape -

Pagan god honored with a Ringlight

Seduces the wood sprite chased to a moss-covered

Cat tower – forcing her pink nipple into its mouth

Terrified two-bit shut in surrounded by keyboards the empty

Child’s stroller – their face is terrified by the idea of

Leaving her seat – everything coming to her

In packages and strangers -

Trapped inside the compound opened

Only by the barrage of bullets

And strangers – policemen in vests

Trying to coming the brainwashed

That it isn’t good – what's inside -

And better beyond the door no one ever wanted or

Needed to know what was beyond

The pagan god

Chuckles, curling her arm to force another

On her breast – the surprised woman

Keeping all of her things close

Her eyes, saucers and hyperventilating

As the good-willed

Still try to

Convince her otherwise.