You Don’t Want Any Part of This

Playing god’s an old cliche,
A finger wagged in warning,
As if the hubris
Of speaking for god

Could turn on itself to plug
The sickly lust of humans
For might and further hubris.

It’s one of our games,
To scare and chide each other
Away from some power
We want for ourselves,

A language-amplified form
Of the feints and diversions
Used by caching jays
Playing catch and keep away.

God is not a role to play.
God is not a power reserve.
God’s a sentence being served.