Test of Faith

We left no stone unturned
as if they required ripening
or turning tanned them evenly.

Underneath, they were wet, uneven
unsmoothed by scuffing pilgrims
(unaware that beneath their feet -- icebergs
in stone scattered Titanic earthworms
and provided moles an assault course
of sorts). We reversed the world.

This may deter the ungodly ones
that feel foot pain and quickly
turn away. Or perhaps now
we have signposted hell skywards --
unnerved the universe through interference, so
thunder rumbles and dying becomes confused --
we quickly undo our work, displacing moles --
worms too, replacing stones, comforting Gods
so that mud-slicked, and somehow changed --

We stand back, scuff the earth
aside, it looks dirtily new
and will never quite be as pilgrims knew.