10/21
Sonnets From Other Lives:  Helen

The Lord provides the perfect parking spot.
Helen makes a little prayer of thanks.
It's pouring out but thanks to God she'll not
muss her hairdo walking to the bank.
The downpour is an obvious punishment
for all the sin she sees committed 'round these parts.
Almighty God will soon make them lament
the transgressions of their wicked pagan hearts.
She eyes the teller with righteous suspicion--
a sodomite--(she can always tell).
She shudders--a discreet, delicious frisson--
imagining him fricasseed in Hell.
O ye sorry sinners--go on have your fun.
You'll get yours after the Rapture comes.