If the wages of sin are death, baby,
I’m the luckiest man alive.
That’s what was on his brainpan
when he woke. She said, Bobby,
baby, I’ll blow your little horn
if you go to mass with me.
Sitting touching Melindra's body,
Bobby sang, and he listened
and did not dig the priest:
Come march with us against abortion,
be careful what your children watch
on TV . . . Bobby wanted to ask,
Isn’t the blues the devil’s music?
I know a blues lady whose soul
is pure as yours, what about her?
Melindra led him down the aisle
and back to take communion.
Once home, she kept her promise.
(27 March-2 April 2012)
copyright 2012 by Floyce Alexander