haha this is a complex one

Me & God

I think God said: ‘worship me.’
and sharing the gravestone of my thoughts
as desolate as an old cow’s puckered cry,
the face- that- is- not- mine wept
till it lay at the
bottom of things.

nothing existed besides the broken eyes (closed) between
relaxed hands.
then, embracing a tremor that shook nothing but itself-
life stirred and pieced wordy earth together.

Hope, like an idle warrior, festered in wombs
and reeked of cantankerous blood. then silently,
like a lover’s call reverberating through contemned hills
it unfurled its colours; bunga mangga, to touch
the
depths
of
me
that
roared into shape; the broken eyes open.




poet's note: apparently blogger cant compute the breaks i put between words. so my poem looks quite screwed up rite now. if anyone noes how i can solve this lil problem i would be grateful. in the meantime if u want the proper version, juz ask from me online. cheers-