Jess Tapper Poet I do not know?

Killing God

Killing God

I worked at a drive-in theatre
years ago
before they died.
not a bad job
lots of movies.
Some tedious tasks,
I had to check every speaker in the field.
Turn up volume,
listen,
move to next post.
Turn up volume,
listen,
move to next post.
Turn up volume,
listen,
move to next post.
500 times.

That day the light was yellow, electric,
turbulent clouds roiling ominously.
I stopped, 
transfixed.
Staring at the half-brick in my hand.
Where the hell did that come from?
I looked around, bemused.
Five rows back at the edge of the field
was a small pile of rubble.

I smiled gently,
perhaps a little wickedly.
Of course.
In the middle of a field of metal posts,
an electric storm brewing.
If lightning strikes,
if there is a judgemental god,
I will meet that prick
armed with a half-brick.

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Beata Agustin March 2, 2024 at 10:11 PM I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A February 5, 2016 at 4:34 PM JESS, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. Always with LUV -- LINDA--

Jess Tapper September 22, 2009 at 10:52 AM Is that all you have to say?

Nadia Shahwan September 22, 2009 at 8:28 AM Pretty good poem.