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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in MosquitoBytes Volume 11: Der Sturz von Uriel - 2007-2008

Gott Fabrik

Tödliche Liebe

Who made the nothing


This is what they ask me


Who made that
Which caused

The big bang

All I can say

If you need an answer
That explains


Your gods

 


Still they push

Repeating

That same

Infantile

 

Question


Who made the nothing


I answer


Man


They are angry
Confused

Unaware that they are asking

Who made God

© 2007, Mosquitobyte

Kat - on Feb. 17 2008

ok, here's the thing......I was so challenged by this poem......to think, to contemplate.......because I believe there are different ways to interpret your words......and I love that of a poem.......although [and of no consequence to this review] I completely disagree with the sentiment expressed.....[opium of the masses?].......but you've written an intelligent and evocative poem.......my only suggestion would be to tighten the line breaks a bit, and close them up somewhat......just my personal preference, but by having so many stand-alone lines, it detracts a little from the impact of each......no matter, this is good poetry......Kat


Mosquitobyte - on Feb. 17 2008

Opiate of the masses indeed! Thanks for your comments. I tend to write how I think/talk, hence the multiple line breaks...a quirk of mine I know.

Mos.


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