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Lazarus in a Dumpster

Once,
When I was on the street
In Honolulu,
I sought a starving god
In a dumpster blue.
I longed to bow down
To a half-eaten hamburger,
A superfluous slice
Of discarded manna.
A Christian lady,
Bathed in light,
Saw me and reached out
With an oh so delicate hand.
I have something for you,
She said,
That will help.
She was an angel
With Gucci wings.
As she reached into
Her glittering purse.
My soul genuflected before
Such compassion,
Hoping for a buck,
A pale green wafer
Of Christ’s body
With George Washington’s portrait
On the front.
Instead,
She handed me a Biblical tract
With directions for heaven printed there
Which I, in a moment of inspired Zen,
Put in my mouth and chewed.
It was bitter, like bitter herbs,
Yet soaring in my soul.
It was enough
To send her on her way
With a tale of a ragged Lazarus
Who refused an offer
To rise from the dead
But chose the dumpster
Instead.
Mrd
Written by Mrd
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Author's Note
This was taken from life from an event that happened to me back in the ‘80s when I was living on the street in Waikiki. I was thinking a great deal about free will at the time, smoking a lot of...
This was taken from life from an event that happened to me back in the ‘80s when I was living on the street in Waikiki. I was thinking a great deal about free will at the time, smoking a lot of weed, and generally just trying to survive. I have often wondered what happened to that woman and what she thought of our encounter. I consider this to be unfinished, but I am tired of working on it. Mahalo.
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