A dialogue of cruelty
Let us describe the material
of pouting mankind in microcosm.
God, rendering his triptych,
asks “Which propagates which,
the world vice, or vice the world?”
So replies the primate, aggressive him,
“I kneeled for boys and girls
on the altar of my gymnasium,
naked as the oral bat, clothed
in little but grief and growl.”
Eloquence grows out of him,
he claims, contempting all,
save the vagrant deity’s howling.