Death of God
Bituminous was so soft, so much like dust,
you could cover a roaring fire till
cold and darkness were all you had, then
two even three weeks later you could poke it
and the blue flames you identified with the Great Sparks
would gradually rise and spread, that
rabbi Kook of Palestine took for Being itself,
so long as Being didn’t have a white beard,
though those flames are cursed now.
