Fossil God

God is a fossil

Carved out from a cave

With sediment veins

And a hardened spine

Wrapped in His own stone

Eternity flesh

Forevermore life

Foundation at rest

His alpha preserved

Same as omega

Where all time does stop

His Word etched in rock

Placed on a column

Beneath the hot lights

There to be worshipped

And studied with care

Then packed in a box

And stored in the dark

Along with parchments

And abandoned stock

God once a fossil

Now a textbook note

Scribble on a board

Query in a quiz

Brought up now and then

In the teachers’ den

But otherwise dead

For we forget He bled