The Death of God by Grant Guy

The Death of God

God was a hopeless hunter of men
God had been out to murder me for fifty years
But I was too clever for God

On December 22, 1978, while I was outside of Indian Head
God shot Himself in the foot
He was hopping mad
On October 17, 1970, God thought He had me trapped
Instead He hit a woman in the stomach
Her name was Mary
She had been seeking child support since to no avail

God did not give up
He sought me high and low
In brothels and churches

Decades came and went
By the time He caught up with me
He was getting long in the tooth
He had cataracts
Blind as a doorknob
And a bad heart

I was there when He died
He was dumpster diving
His death throes were melodramatic
He could die however He wanted
He was God

My origins in art derive from theatre. Theatre is a story telling medium of the human condition. It may be hyper realism or absurd but it is of stories of the human experience. As my career moved from playwriting to prose and poetry I remain committed to the human experience.From the front jacket of the collection of short stores The Naked City by Sterling Silliphant – where a crime of violence and an act of infinite tenderness can occur seconds apart . . . In many respects that is what I am attempting to do with my poems and stories. I am interested in our individual humanity in a harsh and sometimes comical environ. I believe, if there is a god, god is a prankster. How else do we explain genitalia and Donald Trump. Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada, poet, writer and playwright. Former artistic director of Adhere + Deny. His writings have been published in Canada, the United States, Wales, India and England. He has three books published. He was the 2004 recipient of the MAC’s 2004 Award of Distinction and the 2017 recipient of the WAC’s Making A Difference Award.

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