Omnipotent turned a red eye
upon the tiny mite scurrying,
hurrying in panic across day.
The patter of its soul muttered,
keening in a lubricious whine,
it was a condescending pest.
Of all the living creatures
it had a texture of eggshells.
A soft underbelly frosted by
the decay of its incessant greed.
It was the footlocker of sin,
the crown of death, nails to palm,
nails to flesh, a damnation,
a fiction of creations folly.
Though it had been given choice,
given the love of the divine,
this frog, this warted toad,
this hacksaw of destruction
fed upon its own flesh devouring.
Omnipotent extended its thumb,
spanning the universe, time, and
as one squashes a speck from
existence, it removed humanity.
Copyright: 2010, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
Donald this is a very powerful poem and I see the message in it.
Pamela
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Great imagery and strong phrasing here, Donald! I especially like:
It was the footlocker of sin,
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this frog, this warted toad,
this hacksaw of destruction
Interesting theological musing/fiction.
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I like how you used the words from this prompt. I especially love the following lines:
A soft underbelly frosted by
the decay of its incessant greed.
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another good one Donald….well written as usual
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A good response to the prompt, and well fleshed in word. And a sort of chilling tale or tail too.
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Intriguing piece. Powerful smack of reality+.
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Great poem!
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