Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Word-God

Attempting to track back
through secret stages
towards the genesis

of thought, we seem now
to have caught up
with the Word-God

who we’ve heard emits
from his great maw
occasional syntactical

tidbits of law. Beneath,
two hairless naked slaves
reach up – bravely

waiting for the fellow
to bequeath another
sentient salivary plop –

hoping for a hot wet
syllable to drop, or simile
to fall: praying maybe

this time it will lend them
some small sense
of anything at all.


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