god's mouth, to eliot
from his mouth shot the word
that fused atoms and tore atoms,
& syphoned dust to star-shapes, & struck the sun’s match,
spun up gravity, unchained entropy
& bothered to make it all --- beautiful.
somewhere in there, he spoke a someone:
phrased a frame, & articulated animus,
made a man & sang him awake.
this all is acceptable. the mind can mind it
the brain can hold it, a picture of prowess,
& bow rightly, humbly, with reverence.
but what we cannot take, what we shiver to believe ---
what right-headed deity becomes bruisable?
stooping love --- stupid love,
answers man’s ancient enmity
not with strength, but with frailty.
from his milk-soft mouth
that answer comes yowling.
a baby’s scream rakes sky’s seam,
hooking a line, between heaven and earth
of pure, potent, shared --- suffering.
voicing adam’s need, the mouth of God
folds infinity into human flesh,
& fans the human heart outward again,
to receive the universe.