“To an Unkind God”

(to A.W., for his inspiration)

You, whose face never turned toward me,

You, whose wrath lay always at my heels,

You, whose love, oft professed,

Never felt,

Lay crawling as a dying dog,

In muck and shit

Begging for scraps from an owner’s table

You who profess to make worlds

Lie among them,

A beggar among filth

That you think you created.

No, you are no god,

And I cannot serve a king with no crown.

 

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~ by Benji on 7 May 2014.

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