Two Bums and God
Two bums out in the rain tonight
across the street from church
keeping dry beneath a dumpster lid pulled
when they pulled it, shrieked!
like the corporate slaughterhouse
of a sweet little pig.
The yellow neon church sign glowslike a nightlight in the dark, the bums
read it silently to themselves.
There are endless ways
to Praise Him.
"I hope to Christ that’s a two-way street,"
says one bum.
"Me too!" says the other.
They laugh at that Wisecrack, which warms
them up, considerably.