Naked God

God's organic clothes are coming unglued, seasonal seams tearing apart, emerging alarmingly chaotic whatever, dissonance? Supremely straight white noise? Next time, I'll recover your naked monolithic culture in clothes of hard rooted wood and yet how would you wear them? Who could? Perhaps we did when God grew a tree like earthy S/He. Children of Me/We healthy trees defectively praying for underfed worker bees while ripping apart Earth's fertile forests becoming undressed deserts Unflowing river sand beds bereaving naked tree trunks Dead dry senseless sexless headstones where future children of trees would otherwise have grown moist fruit, divinely dressed.