by Brett Rutherford
GOD HAS
no enemies
no favored kings
or princes
no national
boundaries
no favorite colors
no winning teams
no prayers heard
no idea where
the lost pet went
no warehouse
where the dead are kept,
no tally of names
and ancestry
no more in one place
than another,
no Golden Age
remembered,
no covenants there
to be reminded of
no wish
to be bothered at all
oh, and no name
to call him by,
no anagrams or sigils,
yet not, assuredly not
nothing at all
since his or its
eidolon persists.
One thing only
asserts itself
everywhere
and instantly,
a thing ironically
called "g"
elusive and
ineluctable, a thing
that makes anvils drop
on the heads of fools,
or apples to
the open hand --
Gravity!
