This God, Yule Sawe Mungo,
removes dream colored
shoes at the door of a burning
meth lab before scattering the ashes
of criminal enterprise.
The sporting God of dream
colored shoes, Yule Sawe Mungo,
calculates the inventory of untrodden beaches
moments before the Wheel of Fortune
offers a final prize.
Our same God, Yule Sawe Mungo,
eschewing all footwear for the Sabbath,
bathes a camellia in perfect attention,
combs the green moss growing
over bricked graffiti.
Our God, Yule Sawe Mungo,
has no need to guide walking sticks,
uses one thousand pens in the same instant
to collect mud from the bottom
of dream colored shoes.