#1282 - God is all the dead there are

 

1282

6.vii.23

4.188

God is all the dead there are

for godsbother

 

not just your parents, or theirs

the ones you never knew

the lost to famines, wars

to pogroms

 

of course, a verb

 

and touching truths

we’re not to know

 

flows over this hat brim horizon

 

all these past vengeances

and the dooms ahead

 

disease and cure

in the one little pill

 

a beard of all ladders

 

last light in the faun’s afternoon

when the picnic is folding in bears

 

seed of all

the egg-god

wagging tail

 

because the customer is always right

 

some far constellation must be imagined

 

God is joining the dots