For Dave and Suzanne
After three, Monsignor Englaro pulled paper
against Professor Westchester's rock.
'Ha ha! I win!' crowed the Prof.
Englaro stared down at the hand
he had tugged from his cassock.
Instead of a thumb and two lower fingers
were bloody stumps,
leaving a pair of scissored digits.
Westchester turned to the assembled crowd.
'There you have it. God does not exist.'
The room exploded in applause
and the Monsignor slunk off,
pausing only to flip him the bird.
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