Poems for this season (2026)
Idol Sometimes I picture you like a plaster Jesus nailed to a wall who has eyes but can't see who has ears but can't hear at all You seem like a rag doll who does not open his mouth when yanked by the Right and snatched by the Left, lifted like a golden calf of their own design "My favorite emptiness," calls you the poet, perhaps groping for the True God (Me too!) (Me too!) I'm Doubting Thomas, Denying Peter But then... Then I remember your acts of love and cling to the promise of your second coming May you open our eyes May you kill our pride May your kingdom come May your will be done May our idols be toppled to the ground We We treat you like Moloch, a blood-thirsty god and offer our children for favor and guns We lift you up as our banner, our warrior god, and claim without doubt that you are on our side We're greedy wanderers striking ...