Altar
He walked to the front part of the altar
made the sign of the cross with his
three fingers blessed the congregation,
hymned the usual words, eyes raised up
towards the sky. He was talking to the Lord
through His direct link to Him, secure
undoubted link, well protected,
safeguarded, anti-hacking established,
anti-virus software installed on his device,
the priest’s wondering eyes ran over
the space before he relaxed himself
thinking that the Lord always protected
His most pious, yet were there any soul
protections taken or he would end up,
quite unexpectedly indeed, in the arms
of the unerring Thanatos, shit, he thought
there aren’t such things as insurance
established for the fools such as him
who had also followed the life path
of a donkey: he grew up, got a job,
paid his dues and he also procreated
just like the four-legged donkeys.
Manolis Aligizakis 