Sometimes when it hurts
God is a Scarecrow.

Birds peck its eyes
It has a faded hat...
But so black
When the night falls...

God has a red scarf
knotted around His neck
and a waist pinned in shabby sheets
On two thin sticks
some old woolies hang.

God is cold
And screams out from his cloth mouth
His tears freeze
Tears that fall out of an eye drawn by my grandpa

I feel pity
I am afraid
To ask the earth if the tears hurt

Today the scarecrow is gone...

Someone stole God
but grandpa makes another one
Another God
Another day
Other woolies
The same tears.