No, I never felt the rumble in my belly,

I never cut corners and ended up

running into a she-bear that farts powder,

the thickening air closing in;

and never have I seen a musk-ox

with ox-pockets—How will the lion

pride’s roar echo through the winds

and sky? I’m nervous, but never have I ever

seen God as a mistress or an ape,

the shadow that calls Satan and God to battle,

a canoe-footed barbarian with no eyes

but can still see me cheating at poker,

the withered witch that makes the sky

lethally rumble, no,

I’ve never seen them.