The edited version of life is the one I know,
the one which doesn’t include God—
just me wishing to know as much as God.
Is God-knowledge a pitiful wish?
My lover hated me for wanting to know
more than what I knew in her arms.
They say too much knowledge harms.
What’s the answer? What does the final reckoning say
about the accounting of the U.S. Defense Industry,
a penny saved on the MBTA?