It’s Not “God”

Mar 23 2020

For all the space betwixt the mouth and feet,
six paces, down and up the market stalls,
my heart is neither stopped, nor fully beat;
our pressure rises, but out volume falls.

Dear “cat,” balm to my ear, and Eye of Ra,
pretend a new bisulfate’s in the germ’
to treat the crown-of-thorns, by coup d’etat
of Cancer, Emperor of the Infirm.

Hear, oh, poor Israel—it’s even odds.
The balance rises, and the balance falls.
‘Tis no man’s fault, nor woman’s, child’s, or god’s,
not yours, nor mine, nor Adam’s, Eve’s, or Paul’s.

It’s not Muhammad’s, not by prophets, made;
It’s not Yeshua, casting half in shade.

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