Er… I wrote it. As to why, well, it’s all in there. The whole address is ironic, of course, as I don’t any more believe that the “God” whom I address exists… or do I? If s/he/it exists then s/he/it is “false” in the sense of untrustworthy and in the sense of dissembling as something other than s/he/it really is and if s/he/it doesn’t exist then s/she/it can’t betray anyone. If s/he/it is a construct of my mind, then I am my own betrayer. But coming to awareness and then responsibility is very, very hard and, as Adam (who may or may not have existed) found at (what may or may not have been) the beginning, it’s much easier to accuse someone else (even a projection) of failure. That my delusion and betrayal are/were shared brings no comfort – it only increases the pain. Stanzas two and three refer to two very dear friends who in my opinion (and of course I cannot know the real truth) are like me in that they have been severely damaged by the God they believe in, a God whose call is always to an unrealisable ideal (no matter what we think we understand about grace). The first probably considers me a dangerous apostate and the second I know thinks of me as an interesting agnostic. But more than this I cannot say about the poem’s genesis, as it might reveal too much about them without their consent.