Lonnard Dean Watkins
God Fell

god
fell
to earth –
he stumbled
along the sidewalks
as roads stretched out beyond his reach,
even beyond his omnipotent all-seeing eyes –
god drifted homeless, unnoticed – searching aimlessly
he came upon a castoff rib
on which he carved an
erotic
image,
drilled
holes
and
played
a tune,
an old tune
as men watch the dance –
the flapping tents in desert winds,
with ropes frayed, poles splintered, fold and buckle under time,
for god walks a narrowing path –
now as he plays that
flute off key –
god fell
from
earth.