Tuesday, November 6, 2007

The Wrath of Leviticus 12:5

Mama, why weren't you there to slap God around
When he decided to frown on me today?
Sometimes I think if I could join you out there
We'd tell him what's up and where
he could go when children go hungry.
I wonder what you'd say.
If I called you up crying and swearing
about this godforsaken day.
Is this some sort of sign,
saying, "follow the law and let your dreams resign"
As if it were some great scheme in God's profound design?
I find it hard to believe
you would leave me here and let this man decide.
But I don't know if you were taking a break,
watching the soaps, or frying an egg
when I tried to tune you in today.
Mama, where did you go when I was in a bad way?

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