man is the bastard
a fallible thing

he dreams up god
to answer the
mysteries and chaos
in his life

he forgets
what is good
with the turn
of a new thought

his microcosm
smashes fiercely
into those
blindly floating
around him

he is the chaos
and the death

the grief
and all the agony
of mystery

there is no god
only a feeble minded
fool
blindly smashing
into the like
and fallible worlds
around him


© Michael Paul Reed