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