when old friends
become devoutly religious
at first there is some shock
or it is like watching a bad horror film
or there is no shock and it was always inevitable
but there is a hollow sadness
not unlike standing around someone’s wake
and you wonder if there was anything
that you could’ve done to save them
maybe called more
invited them out for a beer and some conversation
been the one to lend an ear and offer advice
instead of spending years stuck in your own malaise
looking for the kind of answers
that only come through bathing in fire
still you can’t believe that this is the guy
yes, that one posting photos of church breakfasts online
telling everyone that his favorite book is the bible
was once the dude who screwed everything that walked
behind his wife’s back
or how that one is now this foreign specimen
who enjoys christian rock and no longer drinks alcohol
was the one who used to beat his woman for no reason
or he was the one who always went to strip clubs with you
the one who got drunk in bars
and then made you spend hours casing downtown
looking for whores
it’s hard to look at these transformed hypocrites
dressed in their sunday best with their lifeless families
praising jesus, jesus, always jesus
hating gays and immigrants and all other enemies of the
state
when you were once with them
swinging baseball bats at senior citizens
on snowy highways caught in a sweaty speed pill fervor
stealing tip money and dumping beer
on drunk girls in even drunker bars
listening with jealous glee as they told you blow job
stories
done in church parking lots on the cheap
or how you sat idly in parks on humid summer nights
as they molested underage girls on clay tennis courts
you wonder what it was that caused them to fall so badly
to take up such a fragile and transparent yoke as organized
religion
age or boredom or both?
and what kind of seething, perverted rage
still exists deep within the well of them
when it could come out to shine anew
you hope to hell that this is just temporary
but deep down you know that the religion trap lasts forever
and that there is nothing else to do for these lost souls
but close the internet browser on them
don’t answer the emails and never pick up the phone
when they call
mourn their memory until the pain no longer exists
get on with the living
instead of becoming as they have
just another one
of the walking dead
waiting on the afterlife.
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