i fear the bear-cub
not the bear-cub itself
who flops about, here and there
exploring the ways of
they who dwell in the rotted log
uninhibited in learning
acquiring through experience
the taste of the wild
no, it is the she-bear i fear
whose massive strength
and sharp teeth
thunder at any threat
to her precious, frolicking
inquisitive cub
i don’t quite understand God
but God is a she-bear
thus i fear people
not for people themselves
but whose image they bear
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