Oppen’s God has the decency not to exist....
—Norman Finkelstein—
Silence
in the starless night
rattles windowpanes
grinds soul to gristle.
O! where’s the thunder
and silver lightning
in my silent black night?
The sky’s a windy black riddle:
Why the cold black wind
and the cold black heart of man?
Why the aching and sobbing?
O! dear lonely
silent
forlorn
and absent God
may I please
interrogate your silence?
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