THE WINGLESS ATHEIST REMARKS THE NUMBER OF BIRDS
in literature and remembers Scarry's idea: we
so easily pulled into our skull, for we are limited
is required to trigger our lyrical praise.
sprays of lilac do charge her with joy yet
disgust with trees, the way he stood before nature
her most, the stress on 'wings' and 'little,'
as if those soft beasts with over-performing
THE RUTHLESS ATHEIST CALCULATES HER SON'S GPA
and plots her lecture to him upon this latest
earnestly and vow to work harder.
the carefully handwritten instructions
her one botched attempt, details plucking
Then picks up Hafiz, hoping
For a Long time the Universe
How can he be so cock-sure
The C in French is killing him,
THE DISCONCERTED ATHEIST RESORTS TO GOOGLE
to bolster her loyalty to atheism. And finds
expressed in terms of the non-human, claims
thus a grand betrayal. The atheist leans into
Dr. E laments the map which western religion
the brightest, most ring-a-ding
As if humans couldn't swell with beauty unbidden,
But her lately feeling, this wish to be found?
Perhaps it is sexual, this naming of God,
or enter, and lonely, always lonely.
They are combining my daughter with one of Bin Laden's
They've pulled back the white linen now so we can observe
I am wrong. He is alive because his flesh is warm now
that it's placed onto my
grows louder and everyone around me, all the adults observing, begin to applaud, and
The atheist poems are from a continuing sequence optimistically titled "The Beautiful Atheist," about 25 poems long right now. Books reffed in two of the poems here include Elaine Scarry's On Beauty and the medieval Persian poet Hafiz, as wonderfully translated by Daniel Ladinsky in The Gift. "The Procedure" was written back in late 2001, when we were desperately looking for Bin Laden.