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Gwendolyn Brooks

Abruptly
Buchanan

God is a gorilla.

I see him standing in the sky.
He is clouds.
There’s a beard that is
white and light gray.

His arms are gorilla arms,
limp at his sides; his fists
not easy but not angry.

I tell my friend.
Pointing, I tell my friend
“God is a gorilla. Look!
There!”

My friend says “It is a crime
to call God a gorilla. You have insulted our God.”

I answer:
“Gorilla is majesty.
Other gorillas
know.”

— Gwendolyn Brooks

From Children Coming Home (1991).

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