Today's poem is by Michael Meyerhofer
I wonder what phobia made God
so surly in that ancient world,
prescribing locusts and brimstone
one day, circumcision the next.
Perhaps a case of teratophobia,
fear of making deformed children,
which my mother did not share
although I fell shy of God's image,
born limp-finned as a boned fish,
and that transgression cost her life.
Or pogonophobia, fear of beards,
manifest when the universe cooled
into billion-mile hairs of starlight.
Scopophobiawhy no one may see
the face of God and live, although
too many still pray for such ruin.
Remember that sand-plowed bluff
when Moses asked his name
I wonder if sesquipedalophobia,
fear of long words, applies as well.
Overcompensation for patroiphobia
could explain those geneologies
but imagine, if you can, the torment
of a divine uranophobe, detesting
the very heavens he presides over.
I could love a god with ecclesiophobia,
for I too have been afraid of churches;
still, as deaththat cardiophobe
unfurls his plans for my demise,
I have better things to do than
sympathize for the one scotophobe
who could flare his darting eyes
in all that insufferable darkness
and purge it with just four words.
Copyright © 2009 Michael Meyerhofer All rights reserved
from Blue Collar Eulogies
Steel Toe Books
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