Untitled Collection 5 Poem by Saul McCandless

1.

Whose idea was God?
Fact?
Fraud?
Fiction?
Bible dictation?

2.

Guide my breath through evolutionary windows
While Jesus rides by...shamed at creation

Confide in my wealth
w/ quick and nimble foresight
For they come, soon and will judge all judges
Will you prosecute or defend?

Make amends?
Make u-turns
Right through the night until the end is all
And sweet release will be my peace.

3.

Several died yesterday and the day before
I then tomorrow

Now that all the saints have gone...
Who are we to gaze into virgin souls?