It is precisely because there is no God, At least not one that hovers overhead And looks and sounds like A giant, semi-transparent Charlton Heston, That we must not sin. Sin wouldn’t matter so much If there was a nicely muscled Sky-bound Michelangelo figurine, Even some indignant angels, A demarcated heaven and hell, A legible book of days A risen scapegoat, any old chance At transcendent punishment, Forgiveness, or redemption. But there isn’t. And that is precisely why You had … Read on…