Plasticized Faith

Poetry

Photo by Tierra Mallorca on Unsplash

Joseph the Carpenter lies pointed down-
ward, headed toward the heart of God
the Father’s creation, the Core, Hell
in Earth — all in the name of a sale. And

our Blessed Mother’s husband will remain
there, upside-down in the mulch bed until
the buyers trip over his exhumed feet after
an afternoon ablution of a July thunderstorm.