- Vol. 02
- Chapter 02
Mountain as Molehill
The sky looks like God got up today
and decided to redecorate.
No masking tape,
but a face like thunder and a threadbare jumper,
and the radio turned to eight.
Weary from the six-day workweek
He stumbles past mountains left as molehills
and first-draft forests.
He picks and sniffs through pots:
Grace and Glory,
a colour-match for Compassion…
He settles on an understated shade of Shame.
Rings two clouds out like a sponge.