When you go to the America First Trumpist Church it is all very white
Of course the building is white clapboard
And the deacon who draws you through the door is white
And all the ladies
And the white washed face of Jesus that beams down on you
No matter how old you were when you went in
Now you are five or six
And the floor furnace is the gateway to hell
Where the little blue flames lick and dance
Because they know you are not actually white
The dirt that you have soaked into your soul
Which you pictured as an organ shaped like a cross between
The liver and an old brown shoe from cartoons
But you know that your soul is moldy and spotted
You are not white and clean
And for today’s scripture we will hear how we are justified
To discriminate against the gays
To revile the kneeling protester
To stop the gift of food to the needy school children
Because none of that is white and clean and trumply
And then they will all stand and swear to the national flag
And they will pray for people who are like them and for others to be like them
Or instead you must fall on the floor furnace grate
And be branded with dark waffle iron grids burnt into your palms
You will not come clean
And when they all rise as one
Your legs no longer work
And the congregation will fall on you because
The right thing to do is purge the crippled,
Remove the unclean from their midst
Before singing one last hymn
Amen
-Mary Gainer
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