My Most True Mind Thus Makes Mine Eye Untrue
By Stephen Kampa
The Bible is bad. Inerrant and bad.
—overheard in a café
The scruffy theology
students, all thin, are passionately young
and thunder with studious
confidence on behalf of the clear
inarguability
of apophaticism. Inordinately carefree,
sprawled in emphatic languor,
they punctuate their oral scholia
with thumbs pinched to forefingers
as if they held invisible pencils.
They inflect their scriptural
citations
with the shifting implicit
italics of seasoned
exegetes. Have they never
doubled back and doubted a word
or felt in their throats the barb
of a broken promise? They drop
God’s names, human and divine,
casually, like a celebrity’s, handling them
easily as bars of soap,
and whenever some incorrigible one
risks a joke, no matter how
funny nor who laughs, at least one other
must look off in the distance
with wistful disapproval due
to the verifiable
fact—attested to in multiple
canonical passages,
granted authority by theological
fathers with impeccable
credentials—
that God laughs only in scorn,
a verdict too half-hearted by half and one
at which God, whether it be
from wisdom or mercy, must laugh.
Stephen Kampa is the author of three collections of poetry: Cracks in the Invisible, Bachelor Pad, and Articulate as Rain. He teaches at Flagler College.