so in the hands of a weeping god
I stand
and I pray, does it weep at the sight of
my ungodly form?
can it regret? can it grieve?
if I dip my hands into the river of tears,
will I know?
why, god? why must you look at me?
why must you see me with
eyes so sorrowful?
it makes me wonder things I shouldn't
let me hold onto this contentment for you,
it is so much easier-
what ails you?
why, you have fingernails chipped,
a calloused palm, a furrowed brow,
stop this mimicry.
you are a god, above it all
stop it at once.
you are supposed to know better
stop this humanity-
who is it you weep for?
oh why, god?
why do you cry?
30 December 2024