The old god shrugs and decides today
He will exist between seven and two
And answer fourteen prayers, nineteen petitions
And all questions clearly worded and asked
At least fifteen minutes before closing time.
He creates a valet to help him dress,
And a cook to make him breakfast
As usual, when he leaves his house, angels
From a previous dispensation are waiting
To ask him for work. He creates a secretary
To write down the names of those
Who have them and descriptions of the rest.
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