Treasure Island

Jefferson Carter


The First Saltist Church of Tariq Our Lord


THE FIRST SALTiST CHURCH OF TARIQ OUR LORD


Whenever my mother mentions
Jesus, I praise Tariq, how,
2000 years ago, his spaceship
crash landed in central Utah.
Tariq, the Prince of Saltus, Tariq,
the 10-foot-tall alien who talks to me
in my dreams, whose ship of salt
dissolved in the 100-year rain.
I pray twice a day, facing
the Great Salt Lake. I drink a glass
of salt water each night.
When this world of tears ends,
when Lord Tariq returns, the planet
Saltus blood-red on the horizon,
the faithful will be like unto salt crystals,
the sweat drying on his awful brow.
My proof? Look at our language.
“Salt of the earth, ” “salty dog, ”
“the unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.”
And tell me this: when it
rains, what pours?

Submitted: Thursday, April 24, 2014

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