Wednesday, December 23, 2009

My Last Holiday Supper


You're all through learning when to say “Shit,” and when “Hell,”
schooled in the ins and outs of polite society.
And then you have another problem: Dinner.

Your education in theology could help.


          1 part Easter snagged in a rabbit-proof fence.

          2 parts Good Friday nailed to a god-proof cross.


          Marinate one week in holy water.

          Cook on high until it all boils down to this:

          Eternal Godhead on a platter—
          and a god damned slab of meat—