On his birthday observes that he had once
Written, To fall in love is to create
A religion with a fallible god.
A lovely aphorism. In that case,
What he must have sensed is that religion
Is a subspecies of falling in love.
Oh, God, will you marry me? Will you dance
With me when I’m old, I’m ugly, I’m dead?
Oh, God, you’re the greatest I’ve ever seen.
While somewhere, the hounded gods are thinking,
Must you cement us all to pedestals?
We know the moment you see we’re human
And all yours, we’ll find ourselves abandoned.
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