Smitey God

fall

The battle for souls rages on
in a bell jar
in Kansas City.
Refugees
from the dreams of Milton
writhe on through the ages.

How could an artist
so obsessed
remain unknown?
Did he love or hate
his fellow humans?

Unanswerable questions,
but if you look closely, you’ll see
that the God of love
and the God of smite
are crafted from the same tusk.