A Personal Deity Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Personal Deity
I have a friendly ghost in the living room
before the wine glass hits the floor, it scopes
it up not spilling a drop.
But hang on if you believe in an afterlife
It follows there must be a God which you think
Is a myth designed for fear of death?
To disappear into the vast nothingness
Personal Deity
I have a friendly ghost in the living room
before the wine glass hits the floor, it scopes
it up not spilling a drop.
But hang on if you believe in an afterlife
It follows there must be a God which you think
Is a myth designed for fear of death?
To disappear into the vast nothingness
where nothing exists.
So the explanation must be my dexterity
grabbing the glass before it hits the floor.