from Take Me To Church
The spriteling ran with hair aflame
and eye as bright as steel;
flew swifter than the hind, and with
Permitted not the statesmobile
complete its homeward lurch,
she bounded down the drive and cried,
"WILL YOU TAKE ME TO CHURCH?"
Aunt Gregory was much aghast
at infant predilection,
remarked, "it is not meet a child
ruminate on election."
"O daughter of the flame, by creed
and catechism small,
I'll liberate thy poor estate,
I'll take thee to the mall!"
The strip-mall garbed with neon light
whence came the loud appeal,
"for every entry to the draw,
an urchin gets a meal!
Compare these dividends, where else
invest to lasting mirth,
or aid the human race abroad?"
"The coffer, at my church."
The mannequins all stood ablaze
in blue and cochineal
reclaimed from bits of dental floss
and strips of orange peel.
Aunt Gregory was wonderstruck
to see the future nigh;
meanwhile the stripling mucked about
and petrol cars went by.
Here Rothko hung, by all adored,
the marvel Blue on Green;
donned brochure-wings, the sprite exclaimed,
"I am a faerie queene!"
Quoth Gregory, "what youthful play!
what brushstrokes sparse and wild!
the fancies of a child!"
When last they trotted from the mall,
then flamed those eyes of steel
intent on Sunday-School attire,
electric her appeal.
"Emancipated, thou recite?
I shall not reprimand.
Now pray, what are thy lessons, child?"
"The house upon the sand."