God Bent in the Garden and Kissed Him

If you saw the flies

wander the taught yellow skin,

and if you smelled the ovens;

if you felt

the ribbons of flesh

harrowed across a slave’s broad back;

and if you heard a girl

scream and bleed when soldiers

line up between her splayed legs

you would not be so quick to liken

human utterance and human art to a primate’s sign language;

you would hear how hollow the old lie rings,

Ethics is an adaptation for the survival of the species.

Minneapolis, 2007. Self-published in Clay Eyes.

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