“And God said ‘Let us make man in our image and let him have
dominion’….”
God made you in His image, yet I saw
You stoop and seize a blind mole from the snare.
Blind.
Blind with terror … Blind
Your teeth gleamed bare behind the taut, white lips.
The trapper’s law knows neither hate nor love.
You watched it paw,
Frantic with lust of life, the yielding air
And were amused.
God’s Image!
Did you care, pitying one moment, see the swift hands claw
For life and darkness, know and hate your trap?
I saw your knuckles gleam, your hand swing free;
A cry;
The blind face crashed against the wall.
Then death and stillness and—-
You grinned.
Mayhap,
Snaring the blind mole of humanity,
God made you in His image after all.
(Horace Shipp)
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