Dedicated to Stephen Miller (the ugliest man in the world)

An image conceals

A hint of truth

A tiny stream 

of currents and roots

Ice crystallizes in rainbow swaths 

across a God-made sky

While the ones in high places lie and lie and lie

under our God-made sky

as if their bodies shall never die

As if they will never lie

under the God-made ground

where no-one makes a God-made sound

where worms shall wrap round and round and round

eating very well

while their evil soul

goes straight 

to 

hell 

A God-made hell

where murderers go

and liars are known 

to regret their 

every seed  

that ever fell

on God-made ground

As if God can't see 

what's going 'round