Harry Potter Survives Bible Camp

It never succeeds in the one
minute marketplace
of our fears and of our dreams,
idols are more shallow than stones,
more brittle than dry leaves,
less contagious than flu pandemics.
You just don't make heroes
out of warlocks you know

and volcanoes are far less attractive
up close, earthquakes
are a real eyesore. Leprosy
is about as much of a handicap
as that is a pending redundancy
as in it happens all the time
so how about right now?

The average blizzard in heart
smart America, all that ice
and frustration collapses
with the ease of a jumbo
as it skids on into eternity
through a ball of flame, what real chastity
provoked this auspicious indication?

Flame-happy chastisement
breaks apart every disgusted reason,
each survival story and just-right
parable driven population
as it lay awake at night
for one last communion
with Haggard and his disciples
at a madrasa in North Dakota
where the fantasy breach warbles
and bleeds, bereft and broken.
Ah, the end times. The end times.
All these heart shaped intifadas.







Nineteenth Sura, Miriam

They said, "The Most Gracious has begotten a son"!
You have uttered a gross blasphemy.
The heavens are about to shatter,
the earth is about to tear asunder,
and the mountains are about to crumble.