Graffiti
Are we just God’s graffiti, you more bold
Than I, and I a bit too fancy like
Calligraphy on Mandarin silk rolled
Round ivory; you big, a brilliant spike
Of gold and orange, I a purple line
Perhaps predestined as your foil? Are you
And I created by a God so fine
Yet brave that He’d reject strict ormolu
For ornate spray-can swirls and swashes strong
As you and graceful details, too, because
Of me, the whole design sublime along
The walls of heaven and against its laws?
..Oh, no, we are impermanent, too much
….Bent, scribbley,* to deserve this Painter’s touch.