Tonight's Poet Corner: God Needs No Incense

God Needs No Incense
by Belinda Roddie

Brick by brick by brick
the church falls down, the dust
doesn't settle. It swirls
in an endless discus flung high
by a deity as red-faced
as the sun's left eye. She
will spin the world

round and round and round
until there are no temples left -
no altars, no disciples, no more
lambs bleeding from their ears.
Just the sweet simplicity of

ash and smoke and crumbling
stone, brittle as bone, chunks
of false glorification lost
to the future's embers.