(written 2 years ago)
Being clever, doubting God
Being sorrowful, hoping he exists.
Now, of all the mindless bleating
howling and thumping,
parchment mumbo and jumbo
not one tiny atom of evidence,
but this
on a drowsy morning
they played mozart and
my
little one
began to dance
and spin
graceful arms describing flight
dipping and ascending
part clown-ery, and a piece
of sublime
Why would beasts make such sounds?
and why lowly mammal brutes
hold such grace?
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