God is an analogy of which
I’m not overly fond
a simplification typically to be discarded
of what’s really real, actually actual
around us and in us, due to and despite us—
though I myself, knowing what I mean by it
(a Mediterranean neck and dirty smile
Beethoven and the grass)
use it on occasion in the appropriate manner
in the service of the social revolution
and my uncompromising mystic atheism