Francis Brown Poet Free verse

Between Westchester and Monroe

They told me the Gospel spoke about Him. 
I've searched Dan to Beersheba 
but could not find the women he festered.
They asked why I can't see what they see,
I told them my head is too unreasonable 
to pass the test of poisoned goat, 
and to invite unseen critters to stay overnight.
I refused the washing before I spoke to Him.
Anything to get to my head. They came
 at me with Razer phones telling me they 
wanted to sever ties between my shoulders, 
I changed my Facebook profile before 
I smile again, but they came at me with 
a young man crying the story of Yusuf.
Someone must have lied about the paddocks
that pasture my emotions; there are no apertures
in the fences. I did not hesitate to ask his reasons,
they did not hesitate to rejoin, the prologue
by Him contains the newest explorations
and oldest disclosures. I find that hard to believe.
It is not good to play with God; I saw him
burned a statue of Jesus with lightening.

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