The hastily assembled angel climbedThe ladder God had many times proposedThe prophets build the prophets never built itThe ladder to the sky and Heaven in the skyThe prophets never built it knowing God
Was testing them but also teasing themSince all God’s tests are two tests one for the FatherAnd one for the Son and nothing for the HolySpirit who broods over them like a meddlesomeNeighbor watching two young brothers play
Switch on a stoop from the second floor acrossThe street whose mother never would have letHim he reminds himself take an expensivetoy like that outside if he had owned such toysEver as the Nintendo Switch and prophets
The angel built the ladder first one rungAnd then another all the way to HeavenThen flew back down to the bottom since he wantedTo climb…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, September/October 2019