in the church was a massive
oil painting of Jesus
descending down a rock
strewn mountain to
rescue a lamb..
and in the church
cafeteria a few
yards a way..
they served pieces of
dead lambs
and the hindquarters
of butchered pigs
.. called hams
and hepatitis
generating
ocean evicted clams
and lips and gut linings
in cans called Spam
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O, my! You are right my friend, sounds crazy but reality. Loyd here, enjoyed this creative insightful poem. Please visit my poems when you can, thanks! L C Taylor