God Is Watching, Sleepily..

The Scene: An explosion! From those picking.. limbs tear cabbages and cucumbers combing children's hair mixing with the backseat of a zealot's Mercedes Benz the gunpowder, smells of lamb, and cotton, all blend into a bitter, woolen, prayerful smoldering the faces, each one, a sorrowful gurgling.. God sniffs, looking puzzled.. as usual, murmuring 'Why is this happening? All this crumbling and burning! Am I the god of Job, of the savior foretold, of the maiden unrobed, of the crocodile's fold?' 'I created them all, the most beautiful of races, with a worn, savage love for me in dry places, I gave them this desert, the Sirocco, sand dunes where they hopelessly struggle above catacombs amid these car bombings, and gun strapping martyrs that blowup in my face and all reason in shatters..' 'Stop it! stop!' God moans, and he chatters but a look in his face tells you it doesn't matter.. I ask, 'Lord, why can't you let good people live? The fools we elected can you ever forgive? We all watch in horror, and while your adored the people in Dar fur are swept up by warlords..' (God's reply) "Did you create pyramids, were you Ramses slave, do you think I look forward to another small grave? Have you fought in wars when you didn't agree, Who decides who wins when they all pray to me? It takes a whole village to pull just one trigger Womens wages are set by Walmart's sale sticker your planet is warming, no snow packs for farming bringing unwelcome guests like mosquito borne pests, greenhouse unrest, protecting your own, consuming the rest. I have eyes, I see everything you never did, I have ears, I hear empty words, all things unsaid.. today's living, may be tomorrows dead.." (these are really my words, not God's, who I fear is considering a reprise of the flood this year..)