God Got Hungry by Thomas Lipschultz 2/11/99 I hold the world in my hand I take the insides out I break it open neatly I flatten it into a Mercator Projection Someone in China has a gorge next to his house That stretches farther than an ocean And is filled with ultraviolet light And pixie dust that was buried with the Mayans Telling us of life's past ordeals By whispering into our noses The sweet smell of ancient cultures Caught in the cracks of the rind