DON’T
don’t pitch up to Heaven
sporting your best Nazi dress uniform
or try to bling your
way through the pearly door
hoping to grease a few palms
with congregation
collection money
that big bag of stash
that you are touting
(comparing yourself to
Sisyphus, as if this is
your eternal burden)
there
to do justice
in worldly acquisition
to the glory and
grace of God
in elevating by
proxy
the style of
divine image
not that
there appears to
be
space here for
the elite stratum of
consumption aficionados
nor time to share
fun anecdotes of wealth
and
right-wing blood certainty
whilst the dinner
is enjoyed
the welcoming meal
the gold plates
and cutlery
sharpening of knives
for carving
all that
was hoped
all that was dreamed