Mr Maui Sees God in a Summer Garden

Summer: wombs are everywhere. They hang
as hives or quake deep underground.
God is a cannibal, but perfect… perfect…
spawning himself in jewelled shoals,
gorging among his seed-pods,
consuming himself in a variety of forms.

His sun-swarms gather… limbs, wings, and fins
ablaze in their elements. He's everywhere.
He eats his own sons. Crazed
with self-love he runs his disguises
down gyres and galaxies. He stamps and dances
through bee-filled branches
and the wormy corridors of fallen leaves.