A God

A god is not the word made flesh

so much as passionate appeal

made breathing blooded icon.

A god is ripe: incensed

with sweet supernal

sex and sweat.

A god’s a bet that it can rip

through skies until it flies so far

and free the pious lose all sight of it.

A god’s a star

without the heat:

a god’s the light of it.









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