So you know your god you’ve got him in a book
and you read words attribute speculate magnify
flip to a page and what does it say it must
apply quite specifically metaphorically to this moment
of your existence in some cosmic way you’ve got it
all figured you’ve bottled him put him in your bread you
feel so close you could touch him gold-plated and
goosebumps up your spine
taste of bitter vine and repression oh what a relief
to tell a man in garb what you did on Monday this Monday
next Monday next year but it’s fine you’ll always have this screen
to shade your eyes and words of absolution as you sit there
in your pew and feel a millisecond’s doubt Buddhism Syria
lesbians innocent Mexicans starving Africans roadside bombs
revelation
and the fall
you human how you must know
you know nothing at all.
