Elaine moves a step forward
and everyone else goes back to work.
All day the curtains are moved by the breeze
and some say this is a sign from God.
X writes as if she were God
and knows what it’s like to be God all the time.
Others say God is a set of words
held tightly together by an invisible bond –
not one can be added or removed.
The poem is a small machine made of God.