No More Water
       

God so loved the world—
but we don't love him back,
maybe don't even believe

our fleabitten selves deserve affection
from a flea, let alone the Lord
of Hosts. We breed

like feral cats in a landfill
that know life is garbage
in various stages of decay

and delight in the rat's raw morsel,
sheltering beneath a ziggurat
of tires too bald for the cunning

broker of rebuilts and retreads,
our greasy world waiting for rain.

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Copyright © 2016 Joyce Peseroff All rights reserved
from Know Thyself
Carnegie Mellon University Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission