Revised sonnet #1418
In Christian stores the bibles capture dust
They stand neglected seldom browsed or bought
The spin off walks in wonder rather sought
Theyre full of faith they fly off shelves a must
In hierarchy of crucifixion rust
The metal nails if wicked under wrought
A few escape in gossip near to nought
The error margin seems to self adjust
A rebel joiner works against the grain
To lesser lives aligned the squinting eyes
A burning brand employed to cauterise
A mutilation by a blunted plane
A joiner wriggles off the cheapest cross
The feet and hands turn paddles little loss
Chorus cross intersection rood