GOD WEARING A DRESS Poem by Toon Tellegen

I think of God
in a marked-down, pale-blue summer dress

other words are wearing other dresses:
disregard, bashfulness, spite

two brothers run into each other,
beat each other to death,
they haven't asked for this
and most certainly not for me
who randomly invented them

I sleep, tense in the extreme,
every fibre of me is asleep

and dis-understanding comes past,
a word I don't know,
a word that's bald, and in league with the enemy,

there's evil talk about.