Crow's Theology Crow realized God loved him -- Otherwise, he would have dropped dead. So that was proved. Crow reclined, marvelling, on his heart-beat. And he realized that God spoke Crow -- Just existing was His revelation. But what Loved the stones and spoke stone? They seemed to exist too. And what spoke that strange silence After his clamour of caws faded? And what loved the shot-pellets That dribbled from those strung up mummifying crows? What spoke the silence of lead? Crow realized there were two Gods -- One of them much bigger than the other Loving his enemies And having all the weapons. | Crow's First Lesson God tried to teach Crow how to talk. "Love," said God. "Say, Love." Crow gaped, and the white shark crashed into the sea And went rolling downwards, discovering its own depth. "No, no," said God. "Say Love. Now try it. Love." Crow gaped, and a bluefly, a tsetse, a mosquito Zoomed out and down To their sundry flesh-pots. "A final try," said God. "Now, Love." Crow convulsed, gaped, retched and Man's bodiless prodigious head Bulbed out onto the earth, with swivelling eyes, Jabbering protest -- And Crow retched again, before God could stop him. And woman's vulva dropped over man's neck and tightened. The two struggled together on the grass. God struggled to part them, cursed, wept -- Crow flew guiltily off. |
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