Some god

It would take a miracle

to undo ourselves,

a miracle, not a god,

to transcend the agitation

the dysfunction / the blathering

of sightless faith

Humanity needs something else

Maybe a mouthful of Belladonna

to scatter its nightshade

throughout our coursing blood

to still the wildness of our nerves

to drown our lungs in dried purple leaves

to drop us like shipwrecks laid out along

the floor of the sea

ghosts lifting through the mirage of

rescue lights: No Survivors

The ripened fruit is plentiful

in the orchard of wisdom

and still

most of humanity is like

a bell without a clapper

sort of pointless and dumb

or like an old wet sponge

swollen and dense

/ only / not with water but / with ignorance

And if some god were

to wring us out

and try to remake us

the water would be so russet

so murky and toxic

that some god would say:

‘Oops’

and walk away / after tossing the sponge into

some hell

Then some god

would hide his own failure somewhere

deeply in the sky

infected water dripping from his hands

and his dark eyes / themselves / filled with

human turmoil 

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from my fourth book: 'The Translator' (2015)

Publisher: Transcendent Zero Press

"Some god" was first published in 
'Deep Tissue Magazine' and published again in
'Harbinger Asylum Magazine

https://www.amazon.com/Translator-Dah-Helmer/dp/0692415254/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1437074680&sr=1-1&keywords=the+translator+%2F+dah