1. Bilious and bloated, they gas,“God is gone.”Their words are poison gas,fouling the air; they poisonRivers and skies;thistles are their cash crop.
2. God sticks his head out of heaven.He looks around.He’s looking for someone not stupid—one man, even, God-expectant,just one God-ready woman.
3. He comes up empty. A stringof zeros. Useless, unshepherdedSheep, taking turns pretendingto be Shepherd.The ninety and ninefollow their fellow.
4. Don’t they know anything,all these impostors?Don’t they knowthey can’t get away with this—Treating people like a fast-food mealover which they’re too busy to pray?