Such a White Man

Blue eyed, trimmed beard, robes on

A small lamb in his arms

He’s knocking at a door

His face benign, omniscient understanding

The look both Mormon boys showed hours before

When their staunch white shirts

Left shadows at my door

Though I clench my teeth still tighter

Yet, that picture image lasts

As a pox on the existence

Of this Iconoclast

For I’ve seen your personal version of God

In the shoebox you keep on your shelf

He’s a two-dimensional black-and-white fraud

And he looks a whole lot like yourself

Step back from your homogenizations

Don’t distill your God down to you

Don’t revel in weak illustrations

Untie Him and let Him come through