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Tithe Has Come Today
Louis Faber
On the subway there was a placard
telling me and all of the other riders
where we could find God, promising
salvation if we made the search.
Someone had scrawled beneath it
God is Ded. I was left to wonder
if the writer also thought that God
was now somehow deceased,
and how you would know
if that were really the case, since
you’d be struck deaf, dumb
and blind if you were in His presence,
unless, of course, you were
an evangelical preacher, in which
case you talked to the Man upstairs
with great regularity, making
certain you never, ever disclosed
how much you were taking in
in collections each Sunday, lest
God claim his portion of the take.
Louis Faber is a poet and writer living in Florida with his wife (a fellow poet) and their cat (their editor). His work has appeared widely in the U.S., Canada, Europe and India and in Cantos, The Poet (U.K.), Alchemy Spoon, , Dreich (Scotland), Tomorrow and Tomorrow,), Defenestration, Atlanta Review, Glimpse, Rattle, Pearl, The South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among others, and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
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