pilgrimage

if
anyone
of us
knows
who we are,
yell,
spit on a drunk
for jesus,
sell your soul
for
mother earth,
pretend
in the shape
of some great big
hallellujah.

the rest of us
will
make that all important
pilgrimage
to the next bar,
or the next preacher
of our chosen denomination,
who will give us that fix.

we will be the ones
who are walking,
lost,
searching for ourselves,
with nothing more
than
a little less wax
on
the candle.