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Poetry

New Religion

Congregate

The atmosphere is electric

some gathered there would say evangelic

as the lights flicker around the evening sky

like acolytes the security guards wait

for the signal to lower the velvet barriers

countdown progresses

as a one hit wonder presses a golden button

with that actress you know off the daily soap opera

and then the worship begins

as the bells ring out

and the dinero fills the tills

as the worshippers take their communion home

in the form of homeware, electricals or fashion