Target Acquisition

Surprisingly compliant
to the will of the created
the Creator
withdraws as far
as we push.
Our hand child-like
formed as a gun
index finger
pointed at God
thumb raised as a hammer
it falls
“Bang, you’re dead,”
we say,
blow gunpowder’s
smoke from finger’s barrel
shove it back into
our jacket pocket.
Business as usual
full speed ahead
until the day God
shoots back.
“Bang, YOU’RE dead.”
He blows the smoke
from his finger
as life
truly
begins.