And no, i can't explain the title because it's a long story.
Thinking about Ben, Anselmo the priest, and God over Eggs Benedict
If God hand hands
I think he would cook with butter too
Pressing the yellow pad
Around the pan while it bubbles
If God had eyes
He might enjoy the sense of oneness
Eggs become in the pan
Thick, like lotion for the soul
If God had feet
They might pace circles in front of the stove
Because if he made the whole world in seven days
Waiting must be hard for him
If God had a heart
Even it might clog, arteries embracing
The chance to die from free will,
Just like you and me
