All The Sins Laid On The Table.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

all the sins
are laid on the table
and i look at all of them
and i like them and
i salivate to the way
they appear and perhaps
taste

all the worthy people in the
house tell me not to mind them
or touch them

that night i could not sleep
the sins on the table will taste
that good in my mind
and so not able to resist and for
lack of determination
i eat all of them

in the morning there was trouble
the good people in the house
are looking for the culprit

i did not tell them that it was i
who ate all the sins on the table

i climb a tree and thank the makers
of these sins
(oh they are still so delicious
and my mouth is filled with gratitude
as i begin to sing the
songs of praise and thanksgiving)