Intelligent Design

By Vievee Francis Vievee Francis
Shiraishi called upon the great sky cock,
wanted an explanation, wondered, why
the echo of form without the wisdom,
why the bent wit without the timing.
Wondered, as I have, how a man, bare
upon the bed may rise as if in praise
but fail to be grateful for the gift at hand.
O dick of questionable devise.
O schlong of longing, as present
but ultimately unknowable as your
maker, I would worship at the fount
if I had more faith, if I knew your
weeping eye was on me alone.

Source: Poetry (May 2014).


This poem originally appeared in the May 2014 issue of Poetry magazine

May 2014
 Vievee  Francis


Vievee Francis is the author of Horse in the Dark (Northwestern University Press, 2012) and Blue-Tail Fly (Wayne State University Press, 2006). She is an associate editor for Callaloo.

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SUBJECT Living, The Body, Love, Desire, Social Commentaries, Gender & Sexuality

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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