To Dig a God-Shaped Hole

Revised 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 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 Original 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 though that silent stillness lied The audacities Of adversity Lay waiting there to pry the sky apart Some thoughts were nervous as they scaled the knoll But then 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