God’s an iPod

nothing much to look at

an awful lot to hear

He’s got more memory

than all your favorite melodies

can fill

His interface is sleek and spare

He’s under thumbs

and with every model

He grows smaller

almost too tiny to speak of

He lays soundtracks

to every act

of daily, dusty humdrum

you plug in

and run for miles

or pass through traffic

as if transcendent

God’s an iPod

your best ear-bud

killing you softly

with His song

of eternal life.

Isn’t that nice.