Fox Divination

The smiling god with eyes like staples
in the welcome mat says so what
if it smells like a methlab in there all
foxtracks and brimstone
looking about like science to the uninitiated.
Science! The intermediary of the god
that wipeth not his jackboots.
“Hello. I’m here on behalf of Mr. and Mrs….”

If a god go down in the sand overnight,
a grid left the sole babysitter of lines
for the time being, the sand put a staple
structurally to the eyes.

If Science, the Lord Overnighter
decide that the fox of a fox and a fox be a blessed event
from which issues forth the fadeout
while the divine is definitely not what dot dot dot?

No amethysts in fo'c'sles? Was that the sign?
With a cross on the side of a mountain overpass?
Once a trickster god loved a welfare queen, they
do the long walk of the so-called crack baby from mat to mat.

-pccs