IF by S. A. David

Category: ode, free verse

If grandpa was Michael
He’d wage the fourth world war on me
If grandma was Mary Slessor
She’d revive twin-killing for my twin

If daddy was gohdt
He’d take from me his blessings
If mummy was Mary the mother
She’d give me acid for breast milk

If my brothers were the trinity
They’d create damnation on me
If my sister was the mediatrix
I won’t smell purgatory

If my aunts were the creator
They’d curse the ground again for my sake
If my uncles were Jesus
They’d come, steak, kill and destroy me.

If my cousin brothers were his disciples
They’d write me death epistles
If my cousin sisters were angels
They’d deny me protection

If my wife was the supreme
She’d soil our marital mattress
If my girlfriend is the matriarch
She’d make me bequeathe the world to her

If my father-in-law was the patriarch
He’d wipe every me from geo’s surface
If my mother-in-law was Magdalene
She’d pray the savior to become killer

If my brothers-in-law were the seventy
They’d erase me from the scroll
If my sisters-in-law were sisters of the light
They’d have my eyes for lunch, and ears, dinner

If my philo-love was self-existent
He’d justify hatred
If my well-wishers were the twenty four elders
They’d rebel God to destroy me

If my son was the savior and messiah
He’d annihilate me for my flaws
If my daughter was the queen of heaven
She’d bring my earth to inactivity

If my enemies were God
They’d punish me and let me go
If my friends were the apostles
They’d sell me to my enemies

If men were the uncreated
I’d buy oxygen
If women were shechinah
I’d be the fruit addict

If boys were the infant
I’d be a care-free
If girls were the agnes
I’d be a double care-free

If beasts were Ehyeh
I’d worship the crocodile
If insects were the tetragrammation
I’d revere the wasp

If the sun was the finger
I’d melt away
If the moon was the presence
I’d freeze

If trees were the source
I’d be their soil
If the sea was the controller
I’d be fossil under the oceans

If stars were the light
I’d be burnt in the eye
If the planets were the pillars
My halves would roast and ice

If the storm was him
I’d burst to bits
If the wind was her
I’d be blown into the ark of the whale

If the sand was God
My soul, spirit, mind and body would be funeral’d on a date
If I was God
I’m speechless.