God Be Less Us, Everyone
We bring God or the gods into everything.
Bad hair day? It’s in the hands of the Gods.
Car accident? It is written.
She loves me? Thank God!
The operative word is “into,” the human stratagem
for taming God or gods. We like our gods
corked up in bottles or bound to boulders
or nailed to crosses or so long confined
to skulls (after aeons of trying to get a head)
that they can no longer find or conceive of
an exit from what they are certain they are,
for certainty (when we have become solid)
is impact: We become the cages whose bars
we have cracked against in our efforts
to get out. Straightjacket stratagem.
We bring God or gods into anything
we think we can control. We think if we flatter
the gods, attributing to them our joys and sorrows,
we’ll seduce them into giving a damn about us.
Then, if we can make the travails of human bodies
the best show in town for them, they,
like us when we get sucked in by the soaps,
will fixate. How hip and naughty of us
hypnotists! O ye gods, wouldn’t you like to be
in a lovely, tragic head like mine and each have
your own reality show.
By Dean Blehert, Copyright 2014 Visit, http://www.blehert.com for more of Dean’s poetry as well as some of my work in his Guest Poets section.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books® http://www.quickturtlebooks.com