Supergod Poem by P.R. Prosper

There I was
Being made in the image of a being whose image I could not envision
My eyes could not behold the full glory of the creator
And I did not know my own humanity blinded me
But humanely it reminded me
To blindly trust in SuperGod and always praise him for the bees the trees
The water the bread and the cod
Because he didn’t have to give me life
He did so because he’s just that nice and caring and loving and concerned
With my personal healthcare, overall behavior and general welfare
He could do anything but he couldn’t be a woman and I might have to fight his wars
Yet I thought the trade was fair because
Yep, for me, he would always be there

And I went off uncertainly into the brightness of the world
Though my mortal vision could plainly see
Others who couldn’t have been made in the same way as me
They were evil and wicked and must have been frauds
Could they, too, have been fashioned after my SuperGod?
Malevolent and cruel murderers and criminals
All running wild and doing as they pleased
I put my hands together and dropped to my knees
Closed my eyes and asked him
If his plan was so subliminal my mind couldn’t hope to comprehend the degrees
Then something hit me in the chest
And I fell to the ground and I felt my heart stop
I guess I must have died

Here I am, in a desert
This is now, I guess; or maybe this is later
Anyway, to be sure, I just met my maker
There I was walking for what seemed like years
Dying of thirst but never dying
When a figure in the sky caught my eye
It was my SuperGod flying by
Smile on my face, I waved and shouted for his attention
He slowed down then descended to me
Arms stretched out at his sides, as he hovered above my level
The sun’s light cast a shadow on his head and I couldn’t tell if he was
A SuperGod or a SuperDevil
I asked “What was the point? Why didn’t you save me? ”
He tilted his head then slowly rose into the air
I watched him fly away and answered my own questions
Yep, all this time, my SuperGod didn’t care