I found a flyer stuck on my front door.
“Truth, where can you find it? Hear the answer
At a free public event!” Can’t ignore
Invitations that promise such a prance!
I opened the small folded sheet, and found
It came from those Jehovah’s Witnesses
Who task their holy selves to make the rounds,
To spread their dim “truth,” however witless.
Myths abound! Monkeys leap from India
To Ceylon. Icarus soared too damn high.
But those are only fairy tales. Red Sea
Divided by Yahweh? The truth! No lie!
Why? Because it’s written there, in our book.
John seventeen inscribes what must be sooth!
Believe our miracles! Don’t be a schnook!
“Sanctify them in truth. Thy word is truth.”
Walk on water, or change it to red wine?
No problem. Raise Lazarus from the grave,
Stretch fish and loaves so multitudes might dine,
Engage with long dead prophets in conclave.
Our god performed a panoply of tricks,
But couldn’t skip its death on two crossed sticks.
(6/23/13)