Dogs 2010

CHURCH OF THE CRAWLSPACE
(11/18/10)


I attend
every
Sunday

under
the house
crawling
on my stomach
in supreme supplication
to the gods
of home heating
and air conditioning

a $7500
estimate
to resurrect
the associated
ductwork
was enough
for this heathen
to find Jesus
or at least
to call out
His name

the collection
plate
professionals
had assured me
that they could complete
the entire project
in only
a few days

I have
elected
to tackle the task
by myself
repairing
or replacing
pew by pew
chapter
by verse

I should
be done
with my pilgrimage
in about
a year

or two
allowing
for repeated
transgressions
and subsequent
confessions

at the end
of each service
I return
to the daylight
shaking the dust
from my Sunday
grungiest
coughing
and spitting
my praises
to that
which temporarily
holds power
over me

or beneath
me
more
accurately

worship
done
I continue
to the baptismal
where my sins
of filthy self
are washed
away
along with
the molded
and mildewed
dirt
of the grave
from which
I was saved

I am
renewed
and can relax
again
now recognizing
every moan
and groan
from the demons
in my domestic
underworld

they
call to me
but I have
seen them
where they live
and know that
the sacred rites
of manual labor
can exorcise them
finally
if gradually
to a better
place

the power
of Lowes
compels
them