Saturday, October 3, 2009

Existential

If it is indeed true
That the first bomb
Dropped on Germany
during World War II
killed the only elephant
in the Berlin Zoo,
then I am again humbled
before an absurd God.
How mysterious His ways?
Give me a fucking break.
Forget His ways, his means,
His inscrutable theology.
Our lives are as random
As blips on a radar,
Dark spots on an MRI,
Radio static on the dish
Searching for alien life—
As pointless as the rain drop
Sliding down the elephant’s trunk
The moment before.

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