- God has a stamp
- he wears in his pants.
- Crinkle-Wrinkle
- ahead he limps.
- An owl nods
- at his fading anger,
- one-thousand years separating
- his commands
- from his nod.
- "Wrap that trap closed,"
- he said before,
- yet now mostly silent
- he plays
- with ashes
- of his former self;
- lays stale eggs
- in a cage --
- wet from a wave
- of timely distaste.
- That owl plays an orange viola,
- sitting on a branch.
- "That's it."
- "He's done,"
- sings the bird,
- and he down again brings
- his worn-long stamp.
- "No more" on this.
- "No more" on that.
- "No more."
- Wrinkle-Crinkle
- ahead he limps.
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Wrinkle-Crinkle, Crinkle-Wrinkle
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