spontaneous conversion

hidden,

like a venomous spider in the crevices of a god,

he whispers.

I hear.

I’m here.

too far away to understand why he hates me,

but, in lieu of crying and trying to change,

I hate him back.

I become a whispering spider hidden in the crevices

of a different god.

 

or is it the same God,

by a different name?

 

we discuss the matter

with bullets and bombs.

 

at the end of the conversation,

he explodes.

 

I hear.

I’m here.

too far away to understand,

 

so, I climb out of my crevice

and cry openly.

 

all of God’s names cry with me.

 

hatred is too damned hard to maintain

(leave it to the politicians),

and God is to damned multifaceted to

define (leave it to the preachers).

 

I refuse to pretend to know

anymore.

 

I'm afraid,

if I continue this madness,

I may explode as well.

Reviews

[Brad]

nothing wrong with exploding...in a way...it's a clean slate...but you may leave shrapnel in a few bystanders

[Kenneth The Poet]

Perfect.

[Larry Dyson]

nice one RG...madness it is.

[Lilly Negoi]

please don't...it would be a huge waste...