Abraham’S Bosom

So the world darkened, as if ink were poured Over a picture, clotting jammily; And there was really nothing left to see, And I was just beginning to feel bored —They might have let me drive the hearse at least! I’d love to dangle on the plumes and kick Fat-vested mourners—when, in half a tick, Light gurgled from the sky and filled the East.

I walked on something squashy like a tire, Rebounding heavily where’er I trod, Set with black plants that grew like tangled wire.... I’d just begun to look around for God, When mountains fell, the skies gaped crimson-shot And thunder took the earth.... A voice said “Vot?”