the fridge a coffin
for dead animals
decomposing
sacrifice after sacrifice
so may children
of the priestly privileged
Levites
saying yuck
to cold cuts
gone green
in clear plastic drawers
the humming Temple
spills light and frigid air
when prayed at
sin offerings forgotten
behind half-emptied jars
of sated pleasures
sin forgotten
because sacrifice
after sacrifice
is cheap
cheaper still
when bought in bulk
everything
in that coffin
once breathed
either sunshine or spirit
the same as us
but the priestly class
eats privileged
pleasing God
by wasting meat
sin offerings
happily
excessively
mindlessly
made
cruel irony utterly lost.