Two Bums and God 

Two bums out in the rain tonight

across the street from church

keeping dry beneath a dumpster lid pulled 

backwards which

when they pulled it, shrieked! 

like the corporate slaughterhouse

of a sweet little pig.

The yellow neon church sign glows 

like 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.