ambulance chaser

somehow, I lost the faith;

’cause the girls in Sunday school knew so much about sex

and now, I find the subject so hard to dismiss

in all its vital importance

but the ambulances

scream past

at all hours

big red-eyed wolves

stomachs wrought with pain

and the contradicting heretic in me starts to lag

makes the sign of the cross

whispers prayers for the wounded

and their curers

as for a moment

my heathen heart travels with them