What Rough Beast | Poem for January 18, 2018

Kris Beaver
Nothing News

How long must we wait for word
God finally stepped in to regain control?
Of all the stupid ideas, to let
Muddle-minded creations have a go
Running the family business.
How could the Great-I-Am not know
We wouldn’t live up to loving one another,
Let alone nurture the planet or ourselves?
Face it, we’re do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do folks.
Greedy stewards. Weaponized whackos.
Naturally, we blow it. That’s the way it is
With short-sighted dumb shits.
Besides, this game is rigged in His favor.
He throws us the big blue ball
And laughs while we scramble. Then we fall
On the couch with fast food and beer
Checking ESPN for breaking news of redemption.
We’ll always lose. What the hell.
At least we grab His attention.

 

Kris Beaver’s poems have appeared in ERGO: The Bumbershoot Literary Magazine and Spindrift, among other journals. She holds a BA in English from Whitman College (where she twice received the Delta Gamma Creative Writing Award) and an MEd from Lesley University. Recently retired after a long career as an elementary school teacher, she has returned to writing poetry.

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