we are god's pornography.

nuclear holocaust and decimation,
nations pleading for survival:
a mother’s children sold as slaves,
the salves upon a sick society:
we are god’s pornography.
(back and forth, back and forth.)

let the rain come down,
let the snows wash away
our memories of every
in and out which our inventive,
demented minds have
come up with. let them starve
us out until we remember
nothing at all, and let us play
our part, cracked pieces on a dirty
chessboard in some hidden
hallway up in heaven. let us pray

that god’s mom
doesn’t catch him yanking
himself (or herself) off
to another world war, or
another botched
moon landing, an alien
invasion, a peace accord
in israel, or some other such
silly fiction.