Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Jellybean Jesus

One Easter weekend, local
Girls were invited to church,
Lured by a bit of playful

Proselytizing put out
By the Young Women’s Council
Of the church, including eggs

Made of bright-colored plastic
Filled with low-rent jellybeans
In a rainbow of colors

Along with which was a verse
The girls immediately
Could see was surely racist

As well as curiously
Impious, despite meaning
To extol Christian belief

Through some weirdly syncretic
Jellybean allegory—
Red is for the blood He gave.

Green is for the grass He made.
Yellow is for His sun so
Bright. Orange is for the edge

Of night. Black is for the sins
We made. White is for the grace
He gave. Purple is for Him

In His hour of sorrow. Pink
Is for our new tomorrow.
Inside each plastic eggshell

One bean of each color named
Had been placed, although only
One girl checked and confirmed this,

Saving the poem to take home
To tease her dark-browed father,
Whose brows went up to read it.

Why is there no blue in here?
Blue is for the corpse’s mood,
Now goth sonne under wod.

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