divagrrrl

"Father Green"

by Meliesa

"I'm sorry, but your flight has been delayed,"
the tired-looking ticket-taker droned.
A woman slept and snored; her legs were splayed
so wide that Father turned away and groaned.
A disembodied voice said, "Someone's phoned
for Father Green." The static cackled high
and crunching, munching through the great unknown.
But Father Green just heaves a sobbing sigh
and chooses to ignore that voice on high.
He can't ingnore the din within his head
reminding him how much he hates to fly;
he vows next time to take the bus instead.
And nowhere does he find within this host
a sign of Father, Son, or Holy Ghost.