This afternoon, sir
we nailed God down
He's at the back of the property
He's going nowhere, sir
His feet are stuck
to a block of wood
we nailed God down
He's at the back of the property
He's going nowhere, sir
His feet are stuck
to a block of wood
It's comical, sir
Sometimes he makes as if
to lift his legs
and walk away
Then he pulls at his hands
planted above his head
Some of the men laughed
Stick 'em up, they said
We know he's male, sir
There's no loincloth
Before we came, sir
we saw a woman
cling to God's feet
collecting blood
into a jar
She said blood should not be wasted
We asked her to leave the vicinity
immediately
Come and see, sir
We have God
nailed down
Byron Rempel-Burkholder is an editor with Mennonite Publishing Network and lives in Winnipeg, Manitoba.
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