I’ll Make You See God

By Violet Russell

Another strange tide 
approaches the horizon 
Sand slip time, the world’s 
Ends starts to tatter, 
Loose bits of light a 
Sad white flag, no 
One reads defeat as 
Righteous, taste that 
Shoe polish morning, 
Bared neck dew, let 
That sweat roll off 
And that’s where the 
Sea gets filled with salt, 
And god had no hand 
In this, nothing tilts 
The world even, or 
Shakes the globe flat, 
I’ll make you see god, 
And it’s just this misery 
Misery misery.