I take the last Dr. Pepper
Cold can in hand -
Blurring the brown liquid
Into something holy-
A formal catechism
Of sugar and starch formed
In the crevices of caffeine
And ice.
I invoke this, this blessing
Denied to lesser
Beings, my children
By birth.
I promise them -
A baptism of frosty
Aluminum, tasting
Of tin—just
Bless me father,
For I have sinned.
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