O-72!
The cage spins,
a racket of rumbling
like cows' feet.
A revolving birdcage,
it seems.
The branded bingo balls
are dead birds to me,
under the guardian of a limp
moose-taxidermied back in '47.
He rigs the games in favor
of the Christians. They resurrect
the dead birds- "Hallelujah!"
and a "Christ Almighty!"
clap as thunder, and the
way this hall shakes,
I would guess God
to be afoot.
[Inspired by "Colony Girl"]
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