Could the sun consist of a hundred-thousand
Dusty X-ray tubes precisely arranged
And changed by angels on high? But then where
Would the entirety of it plug in to?
We’re like willing children arranging LEGO
Blocks into shapes of rocks and boulders and
In the spirit of confectioners selling
Slow-growth, soulless, spindly-plant shaped from nuts,
Raisins, shaved ice, and sweet gelatinous
Globs formed into the shape of fruit; the minds
Of mad scientists constructing ‘people
Friendly’ cloned organs and body parts, peeling
Back and peering into, prodding and poking.
But the Great Orderer, through human hands, can order
The molecules of wheat and grape to an end
Entirely new and divine - the surety
Of our salvation - Food - Your Presence amongst us!
Gary Edward Geraci