oil pond mirrors the darkness the november
day sun draws white against the grey
this leaf lays on earth
there is no god
not hungry nor otherwise
you look at me straight and ask the past
and briefly I say & say there is no god
you did not smile nor shout you are the deadest thing
dead down . no smiling despite birds gone by
on greasy wings .i remember your look
your face
drawn grey as mourning doves
that remind
for me there is no god
