Poetry

God Didn’t Exist

so we had to invent him. The most expensive

public art project ever built. Or it was at the time

anyway. My cousin’s neighbor welded

some of the animatronics. Your uncle’s

ex-husband programmed the scepter,

its lightning randomizer. This kicked ass.

I thought it was worth it even just

for all the new species of birds issued

daily. The fifth and sixth seasons.

The midweek weekend. I didn’t mind

the pronouncements, I’d never kept track

of rules in the first place. The sky widened

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