The beginningless God presided
Over every worldly beginning
Rising from the mud-peelings
Of our own Magnificent Mother.
He would laugh at the annoying
Asymmetry of imperfect world.
The moon mocked at his belly
That rocked with food in laughter.
The crowds cheered their clay-God
Painted in kitschy acrylic colors
And national pride was restored
With their cacophonous film music.