Born screaming small into this world –
Living I am.
Occupational therapy twixt birth and death –
What was I before?
What will I be next?
What am I now?
Cruel answer carried in the jesting mind
of a careless god.
I will not bend and grovel
When I die. If He says my sins are myriad
I will ask why He made me so imperfect
And he will say ‘My chisels were blunt’
I will say ‘Then why did you make so many of me?’