Voodoo Priesthood

Tripping on clouds and moon one day
I stood at the foot of a great altar
erected upon a pedestal of thought,
and the altar was shining so bright
I had to put on sunglasses,
as I did, the 3-D lenses
transformed my 1-D world,
and I could see before me priests
scurrying about their sacrificial
ritual and rite with souls in tow
and smiling rays of godpower
leaping from every set of lips and tongues
that mutter and chatter incantations
but could be better used to kiss
in the Church of Human Sexuality
than in mumbling dusty hymns
at the shrines of Hotep or Jehovah.