God's Butthole(?)

I am currently taking a Creative Writing class here at Binghamton University. It's actually one of the few classes that I really look forward to attending. I've never had much experience with poetry, and that just so happens to be what the first half of the semester concentrates on. Up until now, the classes and poetry we've been reading have been great.

Recently, however, we were required to read some poetry by Maxine Kumin. I don't know, maybe I'm just too inexperienced to realize true poetry when I see it, but there's just something about her poetry that just doesn't sit right... I guess I'll just let you see it for yourself.

Heaven As Anus
by Maxine Kumin

In the Defense Department there is a shop
where scientists sew the eyelids of rabbits open
lest they blink in the scorch of a nuclear drop

and elsewhere dolphins are being taught to defuse
bombs in the mock-up of a harbor and monkeys
learn to perform the simple tasks of draftees.

It is done with the electric shocks. Some mice
who have failed their time tests in the maze
now go to the wire unbidden for their jolts.

Implanting electrodes yields rich results:
alley cats turn from predators into prey.
Show them a sparrow and they cower

while the whitewall labs fill up with the feces of fear
where calves whose hearts have been done away
with walk and bleat on plastic pumps.

And what is any of this to the godhead,
these squeals, whines, writhings, unexpected jumps,
whose children burn alive, booby-trap the dead,
lop ears and testicles, core and disembowel?

It all ends at the hole. No words may enter
the house of excrement. We will meet there
as the sphincter of the good Lord opens wide
and He takes us all inside.

Wow... Just wow. I don't even know what to say. I guess all I can do is sit back and pray for the day when God welcomes me into his gaping anus.