If puppies know a canine God,
how can He justify
the wanton ways of Man?
This world was once
the land of dinosaurs
till, suddenly,
they all became extinct
by nature
(who creates and
then ignores us all) or
by a nodding God
who blinked.
Who keeps the bees
so social in their hives?
Their age-old dance
communicates the track,
each working
to insure the clan
survives disasters and
intruders who attack.
A Group Of Drunks
all longing to connect
who pray some
higher force will intercede
to heal the wounds
of strife, abuse, neglect,
create a Power
out of human need.
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