Fled From The Flock

I fell out of love

with God

when She started taking things.

She took my father, my aunt,

my uncle,

my grandmother.

She took my sense of security, my sense

of self.

She took golden mornings

when dew kissed the earth and made everything

feel new,

and sullied them with car horns, and 'f**k you's,

and men with cold pistols pressed against

12 year olds' heads.

Life was once wondrous,

but God took that, too.