There’s a big Zulu runs our congregation

A woe doctor cherubim chaser

Puts his finger on the chief witch

Has a mind to deter foes

Is by the Star Archangel shown a surprise

Writes his letters in vision mentions his B.A.

From many a college

Has a fan to scatter flies

Receives a penetrating look

From an imaginary visitant in white

Knows all the meanings at once

Knows he is in heaven in rectangles

Of invented saints

Flaming with new degrees and orders every day

“I dreamt this Church I dreamt

Seven precious mitres over my head

My word is final.”

“I now General Overseer Concession Registrar

Of rains and weather Committeeman

For Pepsi-Cola all over the islands

Flail of incontinent clergy

Wave my highstrung certificate in times of change

Don’t you need a Defender with a medical guarantee?”

“You think that I am only a clown-healer from the out-district?

Hold this black bag while I lay hands on children

Steady my followers with magic curios”

“When I sleep I watch you with eyes in my feet

Last night I dreamt of four beds

I must marry again must go get

Another angel-nun

Come holy deaconess we’ll ride

Barefoot in yellow busses to Jordan River

Wearing emblems of the common vow.”

“Subleaders keep telling the message

Like it was new

Confirming my charism as Prime-Mover in Management

I shall continue in office as President

For all time until the earth melt

As all Full-Leaders stand over you wearing their watches

Moulding you by government of thought

And I return a while to the Origin

Ruling through a female medium from an obscure place:”

“HOLD THIS MITRE WHILE I STRANGLE CHICKENS

AND THROW THEM IN THE AIR

COVERING THE SACRED STONE WITH BLOODY FEATHERS

(And surround the altar

With lie detectors.”)