Thursday, July 11, 2019

Insipid Shibboleth

Panhandler by the overpass.
I handed him a bill.
“God bless,”
he said, and I shouted, “God bless,”
back as I wheeled
onto the overpass.
So which of us was
more hypocritical?
What did saying “God bless”
gain us? Mostly,
it just salved
an awkwardness, helped us evade
one another’s face,
while we invoked the will
of God to bless
our wide hand clasp,
reward our null
regard for one another with a border pass:
“God bless!”