A Wedding Scene

Invitation lost in the mail
We’re crashing this wedding
With our clothes tattered
We can eat for a minute until
The King comes in –
Duck under the tables
Rips, bruises, dirt under our nails
Put on our Sunday best
Search and seizure
Food and wine soak the ground
Tables turned over
I hear a weeping and moaning and gnashing of teeth
The guy next to me is thrown out
We told you! We told you!
But few are chosen
God help me. God help my brothers and sisters.

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