in oak panelled rooms
designer suits raise glasses
tinkling with ice melting
in single malt and close a deal
like dogs in heat
money sniffs and follows money
into dark vaults of glass and concrete
temples where once
a young carpenter thrashed
money lenders and was absconded
sacrificed at countless missa solemnis
and fed to accountants gents
kneeling in cross-topped temples
of marble and stained glass
through which the Sunday sun strains
descends with the holy ghost in colourful bits of light
on gucci clad wives no longer virgin
bearing diamond and blood red ruby crosses
around ample necks wrists ankles
shackled and fattened with faith hope
and charity doled out to favelas
around yuletide by armed deacons as alms
to knife and club bearing poor
bereft of faith hopeless loveless
bursting at the seams
of a globe gone mad
Tatul Sonentz
2013
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