Dear people of-a-feather
(Life players of GO,
And Monopoly),
You believers
In the one God
Of commerce,
Congregants at the altar
Of profit - you who receive
The communion of
The blood and the flesh
Of the living sacrificial planet
Transformed by
The omnipotent god of commerce
Into infinite stuff
For mass consumption
At the altar of profit . . .
Cup your hands, children, lacing your fingers,
With the tops your
Third and fourth fingers and pinkies
Pointing down into the sanctuary
Of your cupped palms,
With your pointers forming the steeple,
Thumbs erect and pressed together
For the great front doors of the church.
Repeat after me:
Here is the church ,
Here is the steeple.
Open the doors,
(You "open the "doors" of your thumbs),
And say "See all the people".
(Wiggle your finger-tip-people
When you say this.)
Now close the thumb-doors
And lace your fingers again
Except this time
Your fingers are outside the cup
To form the roof of the church.
Now say: "Here is the church,
Here is the steeple,
Open the doors (open your thumbs).
Where are the people?"
There are no finger-people
Wriggling in the sanctuary!
Good question, right?
Where are all the people?
They're gone!
Maybe they saw the light!
(Article changed on Jan 14, 2026 at 4:08 PM EST)



