It is too easy

It is too easy

To be vilified

For your mistakes

Like the man

Who humped a goat

For a wager

He could never win

Do I love god

No

Do I love god

Yes

Beloved

Be hated

Be the one who got away

Does anybody

Really know

What it is like

To be dead

When so many

Wish it on others

What is more likely

To happen

In the end

But oblivion

Ask the cow

In the field

Chewing the cud

Ruminating over

Some question or other

How high is the moon

What lies on the dark side

Is there a god

With warm hands

An even temper

And an eye

For the best pasture

Wait for an answer

She will chew it over

For a while

Before coughing it up

Not once but twice.