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When the Witness Calls


by Steven Gowin


Here they come, those witnesses.

They climb the steps with their literature.
I always answer the door.

I like seeing their kids all dressed up.
Love me those spic and span families.

They start in, but I interrupt.
I am not as polite as the witnesses are.

I just say, I don't have time.
Sometimes I tell them, I am an atheist.

The witnesses always keep calm.
They go away nicely and don't talk about me.

I suppose they must pray for me, me and my soul.
But I don't care one way or the other.

I really am an atheist, I think.


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