ABRAHAM’S BOSOM
So the world darkened, as if ink were poured
Over a picture, clotting jammily;
And there was really nothing left to see,
And I was just beginning to feel bored
—They might have let me drive the hearse at least!
I’d love to dangle on the plumes and kick
Fat-vested mourners—when, in half a tick,
Light gurgled from the sky and filled the East.
I walked on something squashy like a tire,
Rebounding heavily where’er I trod,
Set with black plants that grew like tangled wire....
I’d just begun to look around for God,
When mountains fell, the skies gaped crimson-shot
And thunder took the earth....
A voice said “Vot?”