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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