It is not that great a wonder
that so many preachers should fear
sheep not fearing their god ’s thunder,
so they whip at them, year to year,
to bleed their sense of good humor
out of them with barbed briar tongues,
to cut it out, like a tumor,
and remove laughter from the lungs.
For nothing kills gods so easy
as laughter in an idol ’s face,
whether full-throated or wheezy,
razing all gods from time and space.
Do not look to philosophy
or science to achieve the kill;
to earn you your hunter ’s trophy
humor is god ’s Achilles heel.