Sunday, October 04, 2009

Caged

God kneels outside the iron bars of my cage,
seeking hope in humanity's extinction or survival.
Having long pondered, He's got an action itch.
"Sit still. Hear," I command my captive Master.

"The unquenchable why of this living is mistaken;
this lethargy seared over agonized boredom.
We miss our eons lost family. Never wondered
who we were; we were part of the family.

"The land was nutritious candy,
not this tasteless mystery meat.
What makes you not an animal, O Lord?
What makes you not wild and dangerous?"

He rises Formidable with eyefuls of disdain,
says nothing. His eternal meditations
left Him traceless political love affairs
and no map home.

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