Could the sun consist of a hundred-thousand
Dusty X-ray tubes precisely arranged
And changed by angels on high? But then where
Would the entirety of it plug in to?
We’re like willing children arranging LEGO
Blocks into shapes of rocks and boulders and
In the spirit of confectioners selling
Slow-growth, soulless, spindly-plant shaped from nuts,
Raisins, shaved ice, and sweet gelatinous
Globs formed into the shape of fruit; the minds
Of mad scientists constructing ‘people
Friendly’ cloned organs and body parts, peeling
Back and peering into, prodding and poking.
But the Great Orderer, through human hands, can order
The molecules of wheat and grape to an end
Entirely new and divine - the surety
Of our salvation - Food - Your Presence amongst us!
Gary Edward Geraci
I wrote this one in a form inspired by the “hecho poetico” style coined by Federico Garcia Lorca and true to his style I use images that are illogical such as “the sun consist[ing] of a hundred-thousand [d]usty X-ray tubes” and others that the reader will readily recognize. The inner logic that might highlight our own sense of self-superiority, without praying or appealing to God, is parodied in the second and longest stanza of this free verse poem. Would you be willing to suspend your disbelief long enough to ride into the third and final stanza and brush believability with supernatural reality? There you have this poet’s longing and desire.
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