Benedict holds no discipline to their dismay
resent the lackadaisical way he harvests an
indigenous talent for happiness.
What is there to save us from anyway
a voracious thirst for soda pop salvation?
Hold off with trite redemption.
The polling stations open at six am
our sets broadcast MTV
we’ve been asleep on the sofa for ten years.
Pride in believing only in this-
rituals of bowls, Rizla, lines on mirrors, bottles.
The communion of a sub- generational church.
Benedict has a rule.
