Some thoughts on Fig Monday

 A world reckoned

in dollars per barrel,

replaced the blood

of lambs and doves

on the altar.

A world now wrecked

for the sake of men

who’ve forsaken

their obligation to all

or any covenants

with God or simply

humanity -broken.

The tables that need

to be toppled today

are the gargantuan

beasts in the

boardrooms

and war rooms

of the present day

gods of Mammon.

Are the planks milled

from the trunks and

flanks of fruitless fig trees?

Polished and gleaming,

each place setting

adorned with crystal

goblets of spring water

ready to bless the

doctrines and documents

that send explosives

whistling from the bellies

of bombers and fighters,

destroyers and carriers

to blast schools and plazas

and hospitals, just like

the rehearsal in Gaza.

God stopped demanding

blood sacrifice long ago.

All trees can bear fruit

if we give them water

and use actual bullshit

to enrich the soil instead

of the slavering beings who

eagerly forfeit their humanity

for power and riches.