ghazal with assorted mentions of god

who runs past at 2 am on the sidewalk
saying o my god o my god o my god

the silence of porch chairs swing of porch
ornaments & a cold strangling wind from god

no ambulance in sight no fire truck we heard
panic in the voice crying out to his god

my friend offered to call a shaman for a housewarming
she warned we’d have to kill a goat for the gods

for sure the sound would carry bleating then gurgling
explain to the neighbors about sacrifice to the gods

the idea of spirits is they’re everywhere in the air &
trees the difference is they’re hungrier than gods

i couldn’t see anyone in pursuit though there were other
voices i swear in the dark blue dark the echo o god

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