Angels In The Outback Steakhouse Poem by John W. McEwers

Angels In The Outback Steakhouse



I like my steaks prepared
like moments of kindness.

Rare.

And with mashed potatoes.

She nods.

Moments later, as beautiful women bring me meat, I wonder
if this is how Jesus felt.

Pretty likely.

Saturday, August 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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