transmitted to prophetic rabbit-ears,
and asked the rabble bow their heads.
There's someone here, he said
and waited for his hundred callers.
I thrust my arm into the air
as though it were the antenna
for channeling that holy fire--
I see your hand,
the preacher said.
We prayed the sinner's prayer
the umpteenth time that year:
both ears strained to hear
the voice of God thund'ring
quiet o'er the still of static
humming through the monitors.
I see your hand,
the preacher said,
I see your hand.
Thank you; I see
your hand.
I see your hand.
