Buildable God

What's here, John Deere, 
is a picture we are still building. 
If you climb up and stand on your own, 
you will see our love on your ruined wall 
and remember. Jenny will hand us all another 
beer while asking How dry is hell? 
And we’ll respond Aren’t we there yet? 
But someday soon, we, this building, 
will stand on its own. Because no matter 
how little the trees, they still exist. 
See them there, sittin' on the dresser? 
We call them flowers.