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Beware
(an abandoned god is an angry god is an abolished idol)
Your tears streak into the rain
as you stand on an upturned wooden bucket
with red rubber boots on and a
muddied spade to your teeth
You cry to me that God is dead
He was killed by an atom bomb
at the end of World War II
while standing on the back of
a bloodied tortoise in the Galapagos
Only the mourners will be mourned
you say
only the penitent will pray
So make way, nonbelievers
For this harsh wind is blowing smoke
all the scaremongers beware
He is upon us
He is among us
here within us
here without us
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