An abandoned donkey
Too worn for further abuse
Lies in a shallow ditch.
Waiting in pain to die.
Rapid footsteps are heard
Kwanyin the merciful is running --
Running! -- down the road
Intent on bringing him comfort.
This is the sort of god I like.
The philosopher's unmoved mover
Or one of the "I'm omnipotent
And couldn't care less" crowd
Wouldn't break into a slow trot
If my life -- as perhaps it does --
Depended on their haste.
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