A Modern Psalm

Bright as we can be
We can not be less dark.

The machinery, its wheels and cogs
Need constant grease. Even

An atheist, considering the world,
The tiny figure in which it moves

Might be forgiven his broken faith
In godlessness to inquire, to sing:

"Who—
"Who runs this goddamned thing!"


© Dan Goorevitch, 1998