An Apish God

Grady McMurtry

20 July 1941

An Apish God

Were I a high and mighty God

Who never had to pant and plod

Along one straight and narrow way,

I’m sure I’d want to run and play

Across the ordered fields of stars

And scatter them with jolts and jars,

Then swing upon the chandeliers

Of clustered suns, to tweak the ears

Of other Gods who might be nigh

Within the vast and empty sky.

Then where these chandeliers are hung

Down from the arching rafters swung

That roof the curving universe

I’d stop awhile and then converse;

With much ado and apish wit

I’d seat myself and there I’d sit

To state my views and eloquize

With those who would philosophize

Upon the broad celestial view—

Or pitch a bit of apish woo.

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