Dog Is God Backwards Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Dog Is God Backwards



If puppies know a canine God,  
how can He justify 
the wanton ways of Man?
This world was once 
the land of dinosaurs 
till, suddenly,  
they all became extinct 
by nature 
(who creates and 
then ignores us all) or 
by a nodding God 
who blinked. 
Who keeps the bees 
so social in their hives?
Their age-old dance 
communicates the track,
each working 
to insure the clan 
survives disasters and 
intruders who attack. 
A Group Of Drunks 
all longing to connect
who pray some 
higher force will intercede
to heal the wounds 
of strife, abuse, neglect,
create a Power 
out of human need.

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