Humanity engorges itself on pride.
Behind the "me me me," it hides
the sick, puke-spew of a futile chase
to embrace self-worth or worse:
a feigned place in heaven.
Fast--
and feast on Bread then.
Drink of the Holy Ghost,
but most--
Gouge out your viral vanity,
your fast-food-sanity.
Then take your seat beneath the rest
to stay
for His dinner,
and beat your breast and pray:
"Have mercy on me--the sinner!"
