If the poet claims to genuflect
at the feet of the infinite and unknowable,
forgive him his dramatic flourish,
and validate our collective feeling of smallness
beneath the stars.

If the poet claims to channel
the spirit or influence of any manifestation of God,
tell him to go to any manifestation of hell;
he is delusional.
The muses were long since buried
by metropolis, blanketed by lichens, or sunk into the sea.