In celebration of Pentecost, here's a poem:
If Pentecost was Commercialized
White doves in shop windows, with signs
"Sale! Get in the Spirit!"
Enough fans to blow a wind in any upper room.
Spicy dinners give everyone a tongue of fire.
Songs with lyrics no one understands
but if asked they say
"She rides a Honda in Shandala."
Kids dressed as holy ghosts
sing Happy Birthday to God-knows who.
And in Peter's honor, the drinking starts at 9 am.
(So let's all be thankful that this Christian observance, at least, has not been co-opted by secular consumerism)
1 comment:
Hi John.
It's been a while.
I really like this poem. Quite a commentary on both commercialism and misrepresentation of religious meaning. Question: Does this happen every time? Is everything that goes commercial compromised?
Reminds me, through the tempo and the tone, of a poem I once wrote.
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