To See God / Joshua Alan Sturgill
To see God? Strip him
of his capital G. Demand
he give up his universal veto,
and give him the vinegar
of bodied life. Pierce him
with bureaucracy, puberty,
irrational desires. Make him
friendless, fatherless,
thirsty. No angels, no answers,
no outs. Cut him
and show him his blood.
Lift him up
and show him cancers, accidents,
abortions. Let him see
extravagant luxury ignoring
destitution. Let him be
a cause of confusion
for everyone he loves. Once he’s
outcast and misrepresented,
when every help has fled from him
— look then. Naked
and alone, what does he have left
to say? Only these last, raw words
could be proof of God
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