There are no earthquakes here typically
But these are not typical times
Reminders come 8 months out of the year
You are not made in God's image
But since when have you bowed to divinity?
You've heard semi-automatic cackles late at night
Puncuated by sirens and [?]
Since when has God not operated a delicatessen?
'Coward' went the cry against a threadbare loom
Like so many wolves
Even the young bear teeth
Pale beings
Our mother's tears
Each night feeding while wild boys play war
And God keeps his shop