I Suppose

I Suppose

(to Kyree) 

I picture God,

if It exists, as this:

a prison warden from

the ancient realm of Ethiopia, 

with such severe myopia he never knew

exactly who was who. "It" (de-gendered

single pronoun, offered humbly to suggest

a stand-in neutral moniker for “God")

would rid Itself of clothes each day, especially

ensuring It had left Its left foot verily unshod.

Then It would stick Its left leg out – agleam

from thigh to calf to shin to knee to sole –

presenting It as an occasion to receive
the grateful homage from some random
soul’s warm lips upon the farthest lowest 
reach of It: his left foot’s five sweet tips.

It would snap Its fingers

at whatever Soul was near

to bend down then to kiss them. 

Soul invariably shuddered: “Kiss them?”

“Kiss them!” – It would regally repeat,

directing Soul's nose down incontrovertibly 

to where It ended: ”Those!” 

Soul would kneel to kiss Its toes.

So that’s what God is, I suppose.

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