God Over Us

God over us like hard rock covering land mollusks, shielding them from tropic sun (like hell raging on Gomorrah) and velvety ocean breeze carrying salt to season coconut water. Zebra type, like a leopard’s stubborn spots, Shun the selfless offering for the small of a hard back; the product is beheld on hot concrete. If we as March hares, fast, hippity hop in green pastures his Spirit pulled from a top hat, but when rain clouds change complexion screening the eye of sun, we set off along crooked burrows to escape morning shower. At home we are mostly wet. Joseph in colored coat; his reading of Pharaoh’s memory is for his days (the vision still stands). Meager bulls swigging loaded cows and Lot galloping hard with back against Sodom. How damaged are we when children bear no children?