For God

Mobilize soldiers, tonight we will hunt for God.

Peel the skin off the skeletons that burnt for God.

Your green hair raped, blue blood drained — but Earth, eat

your rage. Could man consume anything if it weren’t for God?

The moment their meat is teethed from bones,

who do the calves and lambs grunt for? God!

At ease, battalion, drink, lick sugar, lay with your love. We need 

not ravage like Him, the blade of devotion is too blunt for God. 

When He comes, do not let Him speak —

words, weather, sex — all mere stunts for God.

The trap He set for me has caught His leg instead, now

He sobs in my arms: Shannan, even God hunts for God.