The Innards of a Deity

In that moment, when all declared
the legend "banging on the tree"

in spite of everything, over half
desired no memory of forests.

But there were some
who resisted.

Night has a will of its own.
(the divine mystery of wanting
to know)

In the belly of God
everyone is deformed.

Prematurely buried.

Desperately,

banging on the tree.

(the innards of a Deity)