The Two Hour Assassination Of God

At 4am she entered the brain of God

And stumbled blindly through its convoluted swamps

Until reaching a clearing

In which was reflected the image of everything that had ever happened

To anyone, anywhere

In time

And in space

We all got it right so long ago

In that there’s no final answer

Or prior scheme of things

But only a wild and unknown frenzy in which not even the anarchist treads water

At 5am she piled her clothes

Into a heap and made a fire upon God’s grey mass

Which lit up the universe with a fierce bonfire

And rained ashes

Over planet

And over star

Few of us had figured that Buddah got in the way of Buddhism

That Gods were better never thought up

That every king, leader, guru, chief

Was just another stone prison slab

At 6am she clearly and directly saw a myriad living things manifest

In joy and liberation upon the surface

Of a world that didn’t really change

Except some skins and scales just dropped away.