Thou art God

Once, beneath the midnight moon,
hanging low in the eastern sky,
blood-red and malevolent
like God's omniscient eye,
I shivered. Cold and alone
on the virgin American plain,
as yet untouched by the tools of man,
thus far, bereft of pain,
I pondered. Who peppered the heavens
with the stars I see
eternally gleaming, streaming
forth their forceful mystery?
I thought, how minute..
how insignificant I am.
Pinned beneath the weight of galaxies,
I am but one mortal man.

Thus crushed, weeping, bleeding,
clutching my ravaged American heart
(so many times over pillaged
and so often torn apart)
I screamed! A banshee wail
up to Terra's omnipresent satellite.
Drowned in the Sea of Tranquility,
praying aloud then for the end of night
I laid me down with prarie dog
who snickered in their holes,
"Foolish human to think a shell of cells
might somehow contain a soul.."
I slept then the repose of rocks
with angeldown as my bed
and there, in dream, I met the God
we have created in our heads.