Hey, wait a minute: Why are we concerned
about a nonexistent entity?
One is, in all effect, something that turned
into a god from nothing, isn’t she?
The fact that we’re discussing her, though, shows
that she is something worthy of our thought.
Must everything be smelled by someone’s nose,
or seen, or heard, or touched to not be naught?
And that reminds me: Where is our equivalent?
When last we saw Him outside, he’d been raised
from mere words on a paper testament
to His old state, essentially unfazed.
Is this the God who lived in Esther’s brain?
If so, He never died (although He shrank).
I’d still be as impressed. He rose again
with none among the insiders to thank.
Worthy of our thought: Here we return to the meme theme that he started to develop in Canto I.
©2013 Louis A. Merrimac
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