In God I see
the thousand years of war
the blood and
sweat that shines the book.

I look at me and wonder if a God does too and if he does
who's
looking at you?
I am rich and poor can afford to be sure because that doesn't cost me much,
but the sign on the God says,
'don't touch'
In this museum I see them,the good and the bad men,the trilby and stetson but they're a medley of cowboys in God's hands,wind up toys.
'DON'T TOUCH'
this time in blocks and each capital letter locks me into a system that I am locked out of.

In God I see
the quandary
the quagmire,
hell and damnation
the flame of the fire
I stay
more in hope than expectation
waiting for the page to turn.