1. Bilious and bloated, they gas,“God is gone.”Their words are poison gas,fouling the air; they poisonRivers and skies;thistles are their cash crop.
2. God sticks his head out of heaven.He looks around.He’s looking for someone not stupid—one man, even, God-expectant,just one God-ready woman.
3. He comes up empty. A stringof zeros. Useless, unshepherdedSheep, taking turns pretendingto be Shepherd.The ninety and ninefollow their fellow.