dissatisfied god

a funeral procession
down a tree-lined lane
of rusted derelicts
old trucks, hoods raised
as tombstones
in long untended yards
past a one-window shanty
leaning precariously as
a child's crayon drawing
put quickly together
an old man
with a dried-apple face
sitting on his porch
with flyswatter poised
watching the spiritless people
clenched like cold fists
heads bowed in unhurried chase
bearing another gift
to their dissatisfied god