On To The Next Web Site Poem by Reid Baer

The Mother Church official stands
before the congregation, invites
me to shut up, and sit down
(for crying out loud) for I have been

found to be “unfriendly” and there
must needs be my excommunication
from this religious community. Well,
hell … I believe I have not lost faith

in the God Almighty of my Fathers,
but apparently this authority figure
has lost her faith in me. Besides that,
what am I (and my heirs) to do with

a banished Lover, a jailed Magician,
and a wounded Warrior standing
behind an empty King’s chair – except
move on to “X” marks the square.