Number One Poem by gershon hepner

Number One



Be humble in your maker’s face.
Not in God’s image––specious vanity
that those who’re grandiose still chase
in denial of humanity.
No, in man’s random origin
from so called lower species to become
of all the world the kingly pin,
and also, self-appointed with aplomb,
the lord of nature, great dictator
who rules as number one, a count as odd
as one the biblical narrator
attributes to his world creator, God.

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