The Voices in My Head
God is a mental doll, the first one says.
Another says, what is that,
a doll in the mind
or a doll out of its mind?
The mind of God, says a third,
cannot be known.
But then again, says one more, look around:
coffins swirling in the floodwaters.
Does that give you any clues?
Doll with a skull in one hand
and in the other, pink clouds.
The plane flies over them, held aloft
by the fact that God chooses
not to drop it.
That’s three hands, a voice says:
skull, cloud, plane.
In the fourth hand a bag of mini-pretzels.
Above the seat back in front of you
a small head appears,
then a toddler’s face,
her eyes maybe proof of something.
From Five Points Volume 13.3