God the Eater There is a god in whom I do not believe Yet to this god my love stretches, This god whom I do not believe in isms whole life, my life, and I am his. Everything that I have of pleasure and pain (Of pain, of bitter pain and men's contempt)I give this god for him to feed upon As he is my whole life, and I am his. When I am dead I hope that he will eat Everything I have been and have not been And crunch and feed upon it and grow fat Eating my life all up as it is his.

Collected Poems