The End Time
Don't make eye contact:
Ram your shopping cart straight ahead,
Without batting an eyelash.
Press a number to select
A sound bite from the compact disks
Containing Christmas carols.
You cannot hear His music
Unless your other cheek be turned
To listen with your inner ear.
Go, stagger with packages
Through hollow-chested parking lots,
Disarm the car alarm, and sigh.
That Infant in a crèche display
Is like a doll in the toy aisle—
Not a Judge who sees through you.
Lee Evans lives with his wife in Bath, Maine. Both of them are employed at the local YMCA.