Naked God
God's clothes are coming unglued,
seasonal seams tearing apart,
emerging alarmingly chaotic
whatever, dissonance?
Noise?
Next time,
I'll recover your naked enculturation
in clothes of wood
and yet how would you wear them?
Who could?
You did
when you were a tree like me.
Children of trees
worshiping worker bees
depollinating Earth's forests
with emerging deserts,
unflowing rivers outlining dry tree beds,
resting headstones
where future children of trees
would otherwise have grown moist fruit.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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