Brother at the Vegan Café

Brother at the Vegan Café
 
Miniature mirror balls
Hemp woven lamps
suspended like ghosts
of vegan Bohemia
 
with soul music choir
A Greek chorus
Whose Delphic oracle
is an African Pythia
On a tarot timbre
 
Blessed brother in soul
witnesses book of revelations
Waitress listens to his apocalyptic opera
“Are you ready for the rapture?”
“My old bones already need a resurrection.”
“This ain’t about a backache.  
We’re talking about whether your old ribs stay in the dirt  
or go to heaven. Talk real now.”
Her bohemian spirit harmonizes
with his prophetic vision  
“You don’t have to tell me
I feel it deep in my soul”
 
When the seventh seal waits
For angelic reggae oracle
Like the ancient fates
Whose fire still lives
At a vegan cafe
In an inner city of the heart