Poem 327

A reference to Luke 12:7  in the bible  … but this also has a connection to a Rimbaud poem about a boy having his hair inspected for nits by his sisters …

Theology

God is counting 
my hair

               sshh
                         you talk
               and he loses count
               has to
start again

such a quiet prickling
as one by one he leafs
through
                 those hands built
for the job
the most delicate of instruments

this is why bald people
have no religion

this is why there's evil
in the world
because God's absorbed
in my hair

tomorrow finally he finishes
it's all counted
                              he moves on
to the sparrows
the shine goes from around
my head