God

In yellowed brightness, standing, humps a letter
M
over an automatic door,
and air conditioned scent.  
The paint is as bright as the bell in my chest sounding,
When I taste its artificiality 
pure and vivid. 
I need not to bow
only to break
down the bits with my teeth,
as Aaron built up
with yellowed brightness
a calf,
and called it God.