Suppose I told you that it all returns to
the crooked Creator,
no
sorry
I meant Jesus,
endowed with deference, the ultimate superpower.
Suppose I then said it makes the sexes unequal
and the good and bad the result of experience,
and none of it nothing but coincidence.
It doesn't change anything
at first; unlearning takes longer.
Eventually you might see the fornicating trees
or the earth moving, not the sky.
There are a few of us, and we are
often strong against G-d
but weak with the cave-dwellers and their
enticing games and community constructed of dark
inverse interpretation.
God is dead,
dead as the broken window in a factory
the sun on January 8th
piano in the inner city
or a lobster training.
