Villanelle: Put In Our Place Poem by Glenn Bagshaw

We’re just passing thoughts in the mind of God
as He then turns to issues of concern.
The universe will burst through our facade.

Deeming us as paragons seems quite odd!
Both blind bats and hole-haunting moles discern:
we’re just passing thoughts in the mind of God.

Our ambition’s shocking, a lightning rod
that will fork out ruin and inside burn.
The universe will burst through our façade.


We quarrel and only will sweetly nod
in sleep. Unconsciousness leaves us less stern.
We’re just passing thoughts in the mind of God.

Our heads flood with ideas, swamped as bog;
to wade in drools oozing muck on return.
The universe will burst through our facade.

We're inflated, but if fate’s pin may prod
bubble-self.—air eats skin. Whose left to learn
we’re just passing thoughts in the mind of God?
The universe will burst through our façade