Poem: Sermon No. 34

The saints are so over.
There they go now,
In a sad slow procession
Past the grove
Of the bristlecone pine.

Your creation myth
Couldn’t stand the test of time.
Yesterday I witnessed
The pearly gates crumbling
Under apostolic statuary.

Behold the dharma bums:
Pay attention, they said!
Champion the last,
Pity the first, and
Give thanks and praises.

M. Bogen
February 2020