It’s a terrible thing to be
God’s left hand, to be
the only stupid goat in the flock
munching the thorny crown
yet the comic show goes on
a circus feast of
the quintessential blood
of the virgin’s ill begotten
costumed clown almighty
uttering words in various shades
of stupidity
meaningless and forgotten
in spoofs of meaningless morals
the self is
foist and animate,
smitten and crushed
by the careless hand of God
I defy I rage
It is this I: God’s uncovered shame
drunk deep of sweeter grapes
Yet I live poisoned
by the toxic myths of the pure
of the holy and the insane
mingled in the wound
of bloody birth
made flesh by a woman
by the sins of my fathers
and I sing a litany
in praise of God’s mistakes
I is death today…
it’s a terrible thing
to be God’s left hand.
(27 April 2005)
