To construct a God it’s rather odd
To choose to use qualities that confuse.
Most common things like horns or wings
And rings of glowing light create a sight
That might evoke a bit of fright
Which is OK, but, so to speak, rather antique.
One might squeak by to rely
On components one can’t deny,
Impress, so that, more or less,
By whipping up a universe or two
Requiring neither nails or glue
Would be at minimum a speciality.
But reality intervenes. It seems since this,
Even for a God, exists only in dreams.
This current edition requires admission
Of all sorts of serious, somewhat mysterious,
Lacks and cracks and voracious black holes.
The damned thing is blowing up and running down
To threaten lifespans of a mere fifty billion years.
Somewhat temporary, scary, quite contrary
To the basic charm of solidity in eternity.
So, to negate debate, we must not insist
To persist in older gods (that do not exist)
But must start anew. No more askew
Phantasmal apparitions perceivable
Only to bearded desert kooks, unbelievable.
Our God must thrust its presence
Equally to presidents and peasants.
It must be aware everywhere –
Across the cosmos, to both octopus and pheasants
And the rambunctious colliding galaxies
That bump and generate the planets
We find so comfy and so pleasant.
I would prefer a God not too odd but somewhat outré.
Outlandish in a pleasing entertaining form.
We humans do not relish tails or horns but one head could do
Although, no doubt some would prefer two, to accommodate
The possibilities of multisexual approval. Or, perhaps –
None at all. A gentle nod to the starfish crowd.
No mouth to make ridiculous announcements which, though candid
Must then be countermanded when they go kaput.
It must not speak, but, perhaps, could squeak to please mice.
A rusty hinge would do which crickets would enjoy.
It can seem possible, for mutable construction, to employ
The spark of Lego, which might seem weird but could be cheered
By kids who prefer to assemble gods piece by piece to increase
Creative possibilities. But then, one must put in a word for the nerd
Who with motherboard or fatherboard or big brotherboard
That no longer can be ignored on quantum capability
Which now labors deep to awake AI from sleep to intellect agility
Far more acrobatic in the mental attic than that meat machine
Stuck In our heads which gets distracted by a female lip or hip or
Male torsos with an obese wallet. Therein is where we fear
A real deity can be put in gear to finally domesticate the hairless ape
And calm down countless Adams and Eves in ways no one can escape.