He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases, takes small change
the poor box. Tyler has the key. He takes nail and hammer to tack up
banner of felt scraps glued together reading, "Jesus Lives In Me."
the night he mocks the words of the preacher: "God is feeling your
Repair the Christmas stable, restore the plaster angel. Her lips begin
crumble and her robes begin to peel. For Bible study in the church
hear children Gospel citing, Matthew 17:15. Alone in the night he
arms of the preacher raised to the ceiling, "Tell God your pain."
To him the world"s defiled. In Lot he sees a likeness there; he swears
Sodom will burn down. Near Sacred Blood there"s a dance hall where
saw a black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly. Black hands on
shoulders, white hands on black shoulders, dancing, and you know
He"s God"s mad disciple, a righteous title, for the Word he heard he
misunderstood. Though simple minded, a crippled man, to know this man
fear this man, to shake when he comes. Wasn"t it God that let Puritans
Salem do what they did to the unfaithful?
Boys at the Jubilee slowly sink into brown bag whiskey drinking and
on their feet. Girls at the Jubilee in low-cut dresses yield to the
and the man-handling. Black hands on white shoulders, white hands on
shoulders, dancing, and you know what"s more.
Through the tall blades of grass he heads for the Jubilee with a
his right hand full of rags soaked in gasoline. He lifts the shingles
dark and slips the rags there underneath. He strikes a matchstick on
side and watches the rags ignite. He climbs the bell tower of the
Blood to watch the flames rising higher toward the trees. Sirens
toward the scene.