ASH WEDNSDAY
Please leave me be I do not know what any of them
want. Do they wish Death now, to visit and knock
on their doors, ashed and at the ready? The perfect,
ridiculous circle the church makes of things goes on
and on. These ashes, we're supposed to believe, are
from last year's leftover palms. It's all so perfect and
right - which it can be when you make it up backwards,
and see the end before the beginning, which you weave
as you walk backwards through doctrine you make up.
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What difference herein lies? Lies. No difference this grand
connection to religion's foibles than the same, crazed doctrinaire
robe that cloaks a young girl's genital mutilation or the Burka
wearing of a Muslim lass. It's all ancient, welded tenet : thoughts
controlled and put together piece by piece and so by now
innocuous as to be harmless at least. Ash Wednesday's gone
again; and let them go about their ways and sin.
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