“What’s up? ” I asked Joe Muldoon
his face gaunt, eyes bulging
as he stepped into Meng’s Restaurant at 4: 38 in the morning.
“I want to know what God thinks
cause an infinite mind thinks infinite thoughts.”
I nodded my head to calm him
as the lad seemed overzealous,
“And then there’s the question of the eternal soul
hadda exist from the beginning
but what about the Big Bang,
and before that, WHAT?
Anyway, even as we speak,
Is He thinking about you, me, giraffes,
a guy in Mexico? all at the same time
and you gotta multiply that
by the total existing earthly creatures,
like twenty-eight trillion.”
By now his fingers were wiggling wildly,
as spittle oozed from his lips, down his chin,
then hung there, suspended in the collapse.
“So back to souls.
when the Bible was written there was
a fraction of people that now exist,
but if the soul is eternal
where was the souls of the current six billion? ”
Louis Chivvis now suddenly awake
the wine having evaporated from his cells said:
“Waiting in the land of silence.”
Muldoon said, “The mind of God shall never be grasped
through hallucination.”
“I got a body that don’t know if it’s there, ” said Chivvis
searching every pocket
finally finding a half pint of Dewer’s
which he miraculously downed
in one long gulp, then paused to breath
at last continuing, “I prayed for eighteen years
fourteen inside the nuthouse and fourteen outside
of course I was young…Save me.”
Again the desperate search
checking even his shoes
ending with that final moan, “Please.”
Charles Chaim Wax
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-greatest-possible-danger/
