the church of the splendoriforous

the church of the splendoriforous


what ever is to be
will be
regardless of spanish, italian, or english translation
doris day
or that bad Brit film director,
but
because-
it has to be

that is all there is to any god,
(or science)
the divine spark-
from beneath a rock
or within the spilt wood-
gravity
dark matter
the big bang
and all those little bangs
we humans brag so much of

the special thing,
that lofty cranial expansion thing
of color and letters,
bricks and boards and graveyards
and the knowing the difference
between this and that and the other:
that is what we are
and why our hurtful use of each other
is so unbearable to watch

though, I suppose, inevitable
like atoms splitting,
recombinant DNA
the Periodic Chart of Elements,
every deity ever honored,
every orgasm moaned aloud,
and every silent forgotten death