The Paths We Pave

People can really hurt,

some get all oily and smile

just before plunging in the knife.

They will tell you anything

even invite you to dinner,

without you knowing

you’re the main course

to be carved up and served

consumed while they joke.

They claim to be holy,

good Christian folk,

who pray on Sunday’s

sacrificing nothing,

only to prey the other days

devouring the sacrificial gossip.

They carry their idol

in wallets thick with manna,

breaking hearts 

as well as bodies

to reach the heavenly heights,

only to find along the way

the paved path into hades.