God Has Wheels Poem by Daniel Artemas Harmon

God Has Wheels



Cock on the red
to jump at the green!
Demon riders drive,
Iscariots in Chariots!

Shall man skin
challenge can skin,
or thin skin
batter tin skin?

Run, sweet children,
run, schlemiels!
Run, rheumatics!
God has wheels.

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