The Pulpit

a poem by Sreekanthkopuri

“The lord shall guide thee continually”
read a divine snippet
behind the pulpit in scarlet letters.
Before the pulpit:
Mr.Ram: The time is less my wife
needs an admission in St.Johns College
Please, father… no other go at this
grave hour.your certificate is my
wife’s life.
Rev. Judas: Just five hundred enough.
How shall I deceive you by taking
more? never.I am at the pulpit.
I shan’t lie.

On sunday Rev Judas preached to
a vast congregation:
Death is the wages of sin