Only the Lottery Is God
The Lottery is God
The minister is Papa Doc smart and they love
him like we loved Sinatra
but there’s no palace or limousine
just a mine- shaft black book and the biggest
tin shack in Trinidad
and they were slaves a couple of hundred years ago
without hope
and they shout “praise the Lord!”, as the sweat
runs down their poverty
because that” caged bird always sings loudest”,
and when it’s over and the red lips and fleeing heels
and beautiful black skin of the smiling girls
vomit out into the cockatoo sun
a man with his bible in a hammock gets up and
leaves the hammock and makes me his home
but I shake him off and go to eat goat curry
and roti at my girlfriend’s house
where only the lottery is God
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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