IMMORTAL GAME (9)
The bones of God's hands are laid over the town.
One hundred and eight—an equivalent of bones in four human hands.
He throws them like pick-up-sticks.
He bones the town.
move like calcium, absorbed, then disengaged with His bones.
Sunday, and your bed—our bodies built up: a deposit.
He is more Divine Middle Ear: anvil, stirrup, and hammer.
Which is father, and which son—
the Ghost is easy: I balance my weight in was.