by Joan McNerney
The blue god
is so strong
he can twist trees
with the tip of his tongue.
You better not defy him
scream at him
lie to him.
He'll explode and beat
the hell out of you.
He lives on nothing
will die for nothing
makes us children
shivering all night
crying in empty winds
turning our tears to ice.
The blue god
is so strong
northern winds bow to his will.
He doesn't dig
your moaning
and groaning.
You better shut up or he'll
make mincemeat out of you.
He laughs at everything
has respect for nothing
makes us afraid to fight
when he spits in our faces
turning our tears to ice.
So we watch in silence
waiting for the coming light
when he will hold us
in his burning hands
and we will be born twice
once by fire
once by ice.