Pyrite Prayers - Poem by nathan martin
80's oldsmobile wagon full of mormons
traveling at five under the speed limit.
a turtlenecked jesus behind the wheel
draws magnetically all pyrite from the
rural hills of zion utah.
gold so much glorious gold
and you can have it to.
just turn your tv dial to the trinity
set some plastic fruit out on your
coffee table as an offering
and send your prayer request
in to Plano Texas.
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