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GOD SONG
I heard God sing to me one morning
from a perch outside my window
like some strange yellow bird
from the dirty shores of Galilee
said
He was running low on carpenters
and the such
and He was wondering
if maybe
I might be willing to learn the trade
and build myself a boat or something
"I don't know nothin about
making no religious furniture"
I sez
as if Moses
was the last one
to put the tools away
And God cried out
Think
Feel
Grow
and the words surrounded me
like electric mirrors
that exposed my soul
and pounded my weak flesh
with overweight hammers
until they had killed the giant rat
that was nesting in my skull
and as its carcass was at last
removed
I could hear gentle words
saying
Row
Row
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