LAMENT FOR AN UNEXPECTED DEATH
God
God
God
God!
My God
That God is dead!
Though God is dead
God lives in my deep self,
In the buried mind of a hard old Red,
A grieving cosmic orphan strung alive
To echoing cavernous voids inside my cheated head:
A wised-up Irish God-fed man, limed to social certainties,
"No balance, frame or sense in life but life,"
Infinities of emptiness, my tendrons trailing there,
Beneath my will for finite crusted truth still lie
A deep archaic hunger, fed
And starved in my subconscious,
Sustained by buried lies.
God is not dead:
I live — He lives!
Thoughts in my head,
The dead God lives:
Though God is dead
This God will live
'Till I am dead
Oh God!
My God!
My God!
No God!
My God!
My God
That
God,
That
God
Is
Dead!