If God Is A Dog
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Erica Jong
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If God is a dog drowsing,
contemplating
the quintessential dogginess
of the universe, of the whole
canine race, why are we
uneasy?
No dog I know
would hurl thunderbolts,
or plant plague germs,
or shower us with darts
of pox or gonococci.
No. He lies on his back
awaiting
the cosmic belly rub.
He wags his tail signifying
universal love.
He frolics and cavorts
because he has just
taken a galactic shit
& found it good.
All dogs are blessed;
they live in the now.
But God is all too human.
Somehow we have spelled his name
wrong, got it backward,
aroused his growl.
God drowses
like a lazy old man
bored
with our false
alarms.
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