They say Moses wrote the Torah
There's just one small problem
He dies part-way through it
"Well, he
"Was gifted with foresight!"
They say. But—
How does one have
The foresight to write one's end
But not the foresight to avoid it?
Unless, God set the terms
Such that he had to see it through
Even knowing what was coming
"Oh, most interesting
"God" as Stephen Crane once wrote
"What folly is this?"
You made me
Only to slay me?
You gave me
Eyes to see the inevitable end
Brains to think my approaching death
But not the means to stay the encounter?
Or is this not
What all of us do
Creating life, with only one
Possible end in view?
So here, with God,
is nothing new
To make a life is to make a death
And father Prometheus's parting gift
Was just enough to make us know it
But not for any to forgo it.
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