It was just last week
that my father struck me across the face
at the dinner table
for daring to question
the superiority of his god.
There is only one god and it is ours,
I told him his god was not mine,
that mine, if I ever had one,
would be unnamed, undefined, unsigned.
He struck me again
and threw me out of his house.
I was told that my father died.
He was given the last rites of his faith;
I wonder which god he met,
his or mine.
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