Lisa lifted up the carpet, looking for cathedrals. Feeling evil. Watched
The crass glow on the wall, fixed the crossbow at the apple on his head.
China Christ was crying ‘Mummy’. Ma Donna smiled and tugged the string a
Second time…. Outside, the guide was filing tourists, following the
Star. Took the money in a jar, blessed it twice, it turned to dust for
Angels. Dipping straws and keeping scores as halos soared towards the
Steeple. People cheered, the sponsors cleared a path and handed out
Cigars which ticked and then exploded. Lisa caught a toe between her
Teeth, pulled faces in the mirror. Shivered as the ghosts grinned back,
Then wrapped her in a sack, and tipped her in the grave! Writhing,
Shouting, turning grey and the devil whispered anagrams but Lisa
Understood!
