Too bad—how
God keeps getting trapped
inside his own creation;
his lofty moods,
his purest, most
ethereal ideas—pulled back
slowly but surely
to the dirt,
weighed down
by his own invented
animal drag.
Slowly but surely, that
which is clever
seeks divorce
from what's kind.
Worship becomes desire
for distraction.
So now, he stabs—
with intent
to wound and
scar the planet, then
harness its cries
to power the latest
electronic devices.
