Grady Sheen and God
When I first saw God,
I was shot in the head
by the one-eyed-man
the villagers called The Argonaut.
Upon waking, I found myself telling
to the stable hand Yates
all of the dream,
where I had been waltzing
on God’s thumbnails
with a she-wolf.
Yates said the Angels had touched me.
Now when I look back,
I can’t remember all the questions I had imposed on
my Creator,
for I had no questions to ask,
I can’t recall a face or much of his body,
for I though it impolite to look,
just the she-wolf and how beautiful and strange she was,
and her breath which smelled like citrus,
and her velvet paw hanging heavy on my shoulder,
it is hard to tell why I had enjoyed
the she-wolf more than God,
so after Yates I told not a soul,
and they all took me for better.
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