Just imagine
There is a God for ten billion people
Who watches constantly over their shoulders,
And jots down non-words
In his wordless notebook,
And nudges them
With a small pain in the back
When they think mean,
And puts the pain of remembrance
In their penitential mind,
When they do mean,
And this God needs to keep the books of each one of us,
Like a good accountant,
And make calculations, and issue daily reports,
To check the amortization date of each one of us,
Then submit the order of our withdrawal
From the crowded market,
And reassignment to celestial work,
In the depth quarry of the quiet universe,
Where words cannot be,
And thoughts cannot be,
And the sparks of spirit
Become the currency of the real meaning
Of “to be”
Would such a God worry
If one small ant
In the ten billion ants colony
Would kill three ants,
Or ten ants,
Or one hundred ants?
And such ant would be a serial killer
In the ants’ world
And all the other ants would think
That God is going to punish the sinner
Now and then and after
And the ten billion ants colony
Would be twenty billion in a few universal seconds,
And then one hundred billion by the end of the hour,
And God will be the same,
Lonely,
And overworked,
And maybe drowsy with an ennui
He couldn’t shake off,
Like a hangover left by a hectic party of staying alive,
And be, simply be,
Where everybody wants to dance and sing and enjoy the company
Of the fellow ants
Which God would be able to do such work?
And why?
And that proves my point
That the unseen cockpit of the universe
Is the place where billions of Gods must be,
And work together,
And each one of them takes care of a few souls,
And each one of them may think his way,
And have his way,
And what’s good for some of us
Is not good for others,
But the rules of punishment
Remain pretty much the same
Because they’re written
In a codicil written by the primary group of rulers,
Our Foregods
The Universe is large enough
To accommodate billions of Gods at work,
Who never take vacation,
who never take a break,
who never cease to exist,
Because someone up or down or in there
Needs to keep track of the tiny trips
Of each ant
In the ants colony
Relocated in a distant corner
Of the timeless space
