Fate Vs. Will

 The third fate wanders in the red-fisted forest.
Far away, her sisters wail
and send up screams like tearing cloth,
but she does not listen.
She carries a swaddled star
and hisses,
"Lover, lover, this is yours."

God mistakes the grasping branches for hands,
and touches them as he passes,
His belly is round with ball lightning,
and he whispers,
"Lover, lover, this is yours, this is yours."

They glimpse each other through treesand cry war.

The third fate eats God's trail of breadcumbs,
and he tangles her rolling thread.
They perch pulses on their wrists
and set them free to search.
Find him, they urge, find him.

Flesh-bound and graceless,
God stumbles over a heaving root and rests a moment.
Glancing into leaves,
he sees a heavy piece of fruit that twists
and show its worm.
It is his beloved,
of the apple-red hair and the ripe eyes.

God takes his slack left hand
and presses it against his stomach.
The blue kick jolts the father,
who trembles and looks alive.
The ball lightning drops,
and God's fluid mosaic face
crumbles.
The flood will break soon.

He hears footsteps,
and then the sound of ripping rags.
"Oh Judas,
Judas.....
when they find you, 
they will say you belonged to her,"

God grieves and cuts the rope.