The Cake for God

by Darryl Price

is all but invisible.
Some say this is
because it is within
a bakery within a
bakery within a bakery 
and thus appears to
be everywhere at once.
The cake for God
has never been eaten
except by children who
seem to later forget what
it tastes like. Some
say like eating a
bowl of ice-cream while
dreaming on a sun-drenched boat or
swallowing french-fried light. I
don't know what that
means either. The cake
for God arrived a
little burnt around the
edges as if someone
had been given the
slap and nod to
turn up the heat.
Eyewitnesses swore it sure
stank to high heaven.
Perhaps that was the
intent? To ambush the
magic nostrils atop the
thundering mustache hairs of the
old deity and cause
a revolution in his
thinking about you and
you and you. Didn't
work. The cake was
simply sent back with
a cryptic note saying,
"Please try again later."
Ten things we do
know about the cake:
It won't go away.
It keeps appearing on
toast.It can speak
a dozen different languages.
It prefers silence as
a means to communicate.
It celebrates its own
birthday more than once
a year. Cake's got
no sense of humor.
Its piping is of
big thorns and roses.
It always manages to
leave just before the
police arrive. It makes
a lot of promises
and never delivers the peace.
And finally the cake
for God is so
greedy it will steal
anyone's love without remorse.
The sad thing eventually
floats away, leaving empty
paper plates on top
of the very real
tears of men and
women,girls and boys,
everywhere.It continues to
baffle like a half moon
fallen through blue sky.