The Fool by Hugh MacDiarmid

He said that he was God.
'We are well met,' I cried.
'I've always hoped I should
Meet God before I died.'

I slew him then and cast
His corpse into a pool,
--But how I wish he had
Indeed been God, the fool!
http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/hugh-macdiarmid