Sublime Creator

Sublime Creator

God writhes in flame behind his organ,

His angelic face contorted with labor pains.

Musical smoke rings, twisting together, take shape.

A mad glimmer in his eye,

A bellow of glee,

I wonder if he is quite sane.

His bald head sparkling,

His droopy chin drooling,

God pounds out his dirge of creation.

– John E Leahy

Circa 1970