Is God the Table?

I am looking at my map
on the table in my house.
My house is a black square,
so I must be inside the map.
I fold the map and swallow.
Where am I? On the table?
Something carnivorous crawls across the table.
It eats my map inside me.
The carnivorous something
is captured and burnt
by an indigenous people.
My mother is an indigenous
person. She breathes
in the smoke. She grows
more cells. Eventually,
here I am again. Hello.
But where is the table?
Is God the table?
Please let God be the table.

Andrew Waterhouse

(from 2nd)

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