September Poem 32: Conversion Story Do Over

Knuckles’ belt down camera invited to

Have a God said one word and blinked into

Existence. In response to the two young

Men in white shirts carrying scriptures and

Their message of good will, he said, I am

The one and only meeting with our boss.

Put down and faced ready with watch pocket

Shoulders. He crouched like an interior

Lineman. His frequent trips to the Chinese

Restaurant, anything but collecting

Dust on his impressive frame. Grunting, he

Bowled those confused young men out the doorway

And chased them to the street. He yelled to them

Fumbling with their bikes, My will is law.


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