and purple kisses, this universe
that hides by day and winks by night,
the home of bombs and skeins of geese,
honeymooners on the wing to coral beaches
soldiers to the sands and ruins of Babylon.
A falcon flashed across my office window
this afternoon, chasing pigeons like
an F-16. We scan the blue, searching
for the hand of God to point
his angry finger: you!
shall watch your children die
and you! will hit all five numbers
and the mega. Be sure to thank me.
I can rain frogs and pirates
on your head. Take a clue from your
baseball heroes. They look to the sky
and point. Because it all comes from me,
sitting on my throne of clouds
watching afternoon tv.
Yes, the Guiding Light was mine.
Don't laugh! don't forget my wrath.
Consider what happened to the dinosaurs:
I turned them into birds or bones.
I sent the comets blazing through the night
filling the cosmos with my seed.
Did you think you were the only ones?
That would be especially boring, look around.
My termites, ants and beetles
out weigh you ten thousand to one.
Oh lord of flying saucers and mosquitos
have mercy on our heads,
spare our umbrellas and our nine irons
from your lightning and your rage.
Give us signs and omens,
like the Romans in the flocks and stars,
We'll give you offerings of kites and Cessnas
and try to cut down on the smog and smoke
I think we understand, Gomorra is your
prerogative, not our Hiroshimas
There is just one small thing,
if it wouldn't be too much bother,
could you take some pity on the lost?
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