Hits and Misses

Let loose to the wind your many attempts
At divinity, and watch your skin crack,
Your knees fold, your calcifications
Double. You thief. You steal His air,
His grass, His plums--and with them,
His throne. The dust beckons.
The slither of worms call.
You go laughing and He laughs with you,
As His peace is served, your light is snuffed.
It would have been different
Had you heard divinity in the wind.