Knuckles, the belt down contained camera
Invited to have a God, said one word
And blinked into existence.
Put down and faced
Ready watch pocket shoulders.
“I am the one and only meeting with our boss.”
His trips to the Chinese restaurant,
Anything but collecting dust,
But it sure would make
The newfangled computers.
Detective Barnes, his partner,
Ranges through the valleys
And to all places in between.
Lifted jacket to the pages,
Desk cluttered, not designed.
He nodded, “It’s too, you know…”
Knuckles insisted on bringing a gun
In the event God had a brother.
The lack of evidence of the existence of another
Would be both hands slowly as if
To smooth his however.
“Lefty hunched forward to send
My own son to die for nothing.
My will is the law,
And my words are held up as the highest
For willing mind reading,
And humanly understanding.”
He motioned for the detective
To expedite the completion of his will
To the love and peace of heaven without
First walking the Cadillac.