Erica Jong - For Molly, Concerning God lyrics

Is God the one who eats the meat off the bones of dead people? -Molly Miranda Jong-Fast, age 3 1/2 God is the one, Molly, whether we call him Him, or Her, treeform or spewing volcano, Vesuvius or vulva, penis-rock, or reindeer-on-cave-wall, God is the one who eats our meat, Molly, & we yield our meat up willingly. Meat is our element, meat is our lesson. When our bodies fill with each other, when our blood swells in our organs aching for another, body of meat, heart of meat, soul of meat, we are only doing what God wants us to— meat joining meat to become insubstantial air, meat fusing with meat to make a small wonder like you. The wonder of you is that you push our questions along into the future— so that I know again the wonder of meat through you, the wonder of meat turning to philosophy, the wonder of meat transubstantiated into poetry, the wonder of sky-blue meat in your roundest eyes, the wonder of dawn-colored meat in your cheeks & palms, the wonder of meat becoming air. You are my theorem, my proof, my meaty metaphysics, my little questioner, my small Socrates of the nursery-schoolyard. To think that such wonder can come from meat! Well then, if God is hungry— let Him eat, let Her eat.