the face is hidden
for fear of finding god
in the godless

art, with all the truth,
is too much for such a small faith

the words are left
untranslated — as if translation loses holiness

art, with all the truth,
is too hard to understand for such heretics

rage and rage and contempt
yes, leave that painted in the pattern
yes, leave that sketched & revealed
yes, let that silly little fat little nasty little god
be revealed in those billion liars lies