FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Our gods reside in the cannon balls In the sermons of carpet bombings One god fights the other Amidst the sands of the east One god prepares to ambush On the bank of a middle-eastern oasis Another runs wild with .50 caliber sniper With the peace stamped on his forehead From 2000 feet above sea level The lord almighty spotted the man’s red keffiyeh As a reddish spot on the heathen land Gazing at the distant black beast in the sky The man kneeled as he saw the slow parachute mines descending As if to prepare himself for the divine vision Somewhere in that muddled image, he witnessed the power. When they removed the pall at the graveside They saw a complacent puzzlement on the dead face It seemed that he died believing in the love of his god.