Over there in Rangoon it dawned on me
that gods and goddesses were enemies
of wretched humankind just as was God--
plastered godlings in alabaster
like white whales
godlings golden like spikes of wheat
snake gods coiled around the crime of being born
buddhas nude and elegant smiling into the highball
of empty eternity
like Christ on his despicable cross
all of them—every single one—to impose on us
with afflictions or pistol
in order to buy piety or set our blood aflame.
The fierce godlings of mankind
hiding his cowardice....
And over there in Rangoon
it was all like that--
the whole earth stinking high to the sky
with the stench of heavenly merchandise.
[tr. E. A. Costa 22 December 2013]