Anabaptist Banker
He’s an Anabaptist banker,
a believer in the sacrament.
Good stewardship of what God has given us
our moral obligation
In credit bureau elegance, I use my bank card to enter in
the narthex, beyond the thick glass door, under the
omnipotent and indifferent watchful eyes of six security cameras,
lies the nave, where only the faithful dutifully come to change their
money, behind the long wooden chancel, staffed by Mennonite girls
one still wears her bonnet.
Anabaptist principle, nurturing communal help,
utterly defeated I ask him for a loan, in the community of believers
the banker’s hairs prickle as in electro-static shock.
He looks me down in Judas denial and leads me to my cross.
He’s an Anabaptist banker
A believer in the sacrament.
Good stewardship of what God has given us
our moral obligation…your loan is denied.
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