Satan fell because he refused
to worship man (says the Koran);
what kind of servant must I be
to question my own divinity?
The ancient monoliths
so finely calibrated
to all the imperfections
of our placement in the sky
(the tilt and wobble, sidereal slant),
but still I cannot trust what is
for fear it's not quite right,
for fear I couldn't tell the difference
between what's good and what is bad
—the hardest choice to make, for where,
without that, would I ever find compassion?
