SPRING WITHOUT GOD
God gave me a rose,
And God is love.
The rose made me
Sneeze, and I have
Asthma. The rose
Landed
Me in hospital,
which can’t be right
If God is love
And gave me a rose
And anticipates all.
So God wanted
Me in hospital?
To show me love?
I would have
Done it differently.
God hates me clearly,
Or does not exist.
I chanced upon a rose
And it meant nothing.
Prometheus Unbound 