COMMA OF GOD

By Milton Kessler

I am nothing compared to the Medicaid sneer
I am nothing compared to the owner of the door
I am nothing compared to the elevator of Heidegger
I am nothing compared to the spokes of Vincent's Belgian sunflower
I am nothing compared to Rodin's least mistress
I am nothing compared to the frames of Hamlet
I am nothing compared to a critic or chauffeur
I am nothing compared to my old fire engine
I am nothing compared to the breasts I see
I am nothing compared to a tree in any season
I am nothing compared to the escalator of Duchamp
I am nothing compared with Turner's clouds
I am nothing compared with the lens of Claud
I am nothing compared with my mother in 1930
I am nothing compared with the cockroach in the drain
I am nothing compared to the jew-hater's snot
I am nothing compared to the beak or the bill
I am nothing compared to the past or the present
I am nothing compared with any suit on the rack
I am nothing compared to a loaf or a child
I am nothing compared with any syllable of Homer
I am nothing compared with the foot of a chair
I am nothing compared with the truth of your anger
I am nothing compared with what I failed to do
I am nothing compared to one note of Lester Young
I am nothing compared to the images of Vietnam
I am nothing compared to the furnaces of Dresden
I am nothing compared to the last drops of snow
I am nothing compared to a bicycle with wings
I am nothing compared to the comma of God