MAMA GAIA’S GOT HER EYES ON YOU

 

You say God of the Gaps with such derision

Like maybe you think you’re talking about high-priced denim

or a cardigan for your shoulders but not your arms.

Like maybe you think the gaps themselves are at fault,

or that a time is coming when everything will be known.

 

For starters it’s Goddess of the Gaps but you’re checked out already

I can tell because I knew another man just like you once

You won’t want to hear about what happened to him 

because it’s too crude

and too topical. Your thoughts are manifesting your entire world,

whether or not you think you really mean it. 

 

You call it Reasoned Logic

I call it an Anti-Magick Aura

 

If you were honest with your doubts you’d sniff to the science

Hunt down the juicy bone of uncertainty and tear it to pieces

You don’t like quantum mechanics either, just like him

that man I’m not going to tell you about

because you’ll make it personal just like he did.

 

the symmetry is undeniable 

in elements, in atoms, in storms

in intention and action

even in a face

even in the eye itself

 

this world blinks at you around every corner

and your bizarre audacity stares back

cynical clinical procedural proctologist

pronouncing the Earth Herself: Dead On Arrival

because only Her deadness gives you diamonds and oil

and you won’t even talk about how that makes you out to be

some kind of extra warped anthropological necrophiliac 

and that’s why Mama Gaia’s got her eyes on you.