They were everything fried & boiled peanuts,
we were pâté & petit fours.
They were sweet tea & nanner puddin’,
we were champagne & caviar.
Greenhaven was like a steam bath
with sidewalks that went on for miles,
where most of the citizens were natives
except for a few Northern exiles.
A Catholic brother,
a Mormon elder,
& a Holy Spirit walked into a house:
but the one that stayed
would bring the other two back.
There were 4 men;
I saw them all in relation to me:
a friend’s brother,
This single night was ours alone.
Religion was about losing yourself,
spirituality, finding yourself;
the first was a burial of the old self,
the second, an unearthing of the new.