God Poems #3

3.



Of the sins,
The big ones,
The ones that’ll getcha,
That’ll kill,
One-seventh of them are Godly.
That’s wrath.

Christ killed a fig tree.
It frustrated Him.
He knocked over a table
In a temple
In a tizzy
In His wrath.

Jehovah so loved the world, that
He drowned it all dead
Except for a few folk
And critters and
We’ve been warned:
He’ll do it again.

Watch
Your behavior.

Fear.

If They’re perfect,
Either or Both,
And They act this way,
Raise such a fuss
Over
Us,

Then we must be, too,
Perfect,
Blameless when we’re bitching,
Our animosity all right,
Our drama never to be denounced,
Our fits just and good,

Made
In the image
Of the Hypocrite.

In the undeniable texts
That purport
To know these things,

Wrath seems not at all bad,
Not deadly for its purveyor,
The perfectly acceptable sin of
The Almighty,

Of

You.





by Coke Brown Jr. -
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