Editor’s note: This poem, titled ‘Headline,’ was written in response to Donald Trump’s use of the Bible on the steps of St. John’s Episcopal Church for a photo op on June 1, 2020.

By Anonymous

The Golden Calf goes to church!

Memory fails to find its precedent

for idols who most esteem their worth

to bow so to God, as our President.

The procession, granted, suitable of scale

Outside sacred precincts, phalanxes of power

crowded so around, only hair, like golden mail,

discovered him — until, at last, the familiar glower.

But ah, discrepancy! To be the golden trump — 

to shout and flaunt, to pronounce, to denounce —

to hold aloft the glowing book become a lump,

and faithless, lawless, ridiculous he, as Moses in a pout.

© The Lenoir Voice, 2020. ‘I Can’t Breath’ Photo by Obi Onyeador on Unsplash; home page photo by munshots on Unsplash