God-Shaped Hole (with revisions + 3rd verse)

Reclining A cluster of idle thoughts Shot the breeze til they were sure that it had died Three black birds Maypole-dancing figurines Seemed to whisper that the silent stillness lied The word was passed to Pry the sky apart And with their shovels free the breaths it stole But humble doubts had Seized their mother heart Sleeping in the knoll Until a tall and dapper man Said smiling, “Why, of course you can!” They marked the spot and there began To dig a God-shaped hole Eclipses Stuttered across pallid skies As blind men searched for a matching pair of socks Rising damp Flooded the inland valleys Where the stranded shepherds clung to floating rocks With scopes of all kinds Strapped to their noses Serious men studied each other’s sole Determined to find Petals of roses To perfume the coal With grimy smiles the miners laid A weary arm upon the spade That bit the seething soil where they’d Prepared a God-shaped hole Predators Of heavy depths and coldness Swam and then floated and then were challenged with Full-throated Words that hid in hollow husks A simpleton masquerading as a myth Harvests questioned the Dapper man who sprung From calves faithful horses declined to foal Passing trees where weak Reservations hung On his morning stroll He found a girl who couldn’t hurt And stuck his head beneath her skirt Then dropped his fist of righteous dirt Into the God-shaped hole