My Bois d’Ilet can stop the holes
from grabbing me in the night.
Your Holy Spirit play hanky-panky
with Jewish virgins.
My Erzulie can swear and kiss;
your Mary, dressed in blue,
pales before her million candles.
My Legba yield both eggs and sperm;
your sweet Jesus stay limp
and yield only Green Stamps
for plastic saints
on dashes of bigger cars.
–Louie Crew