Gods

The myths begin with darkness, and they should,
I guess. Not far from earth, in outer space,
The universe is mostly dark. Only here is light
Retained, and birth and dawn, the latter being
But birth's daily reenactment, animate the myths
Again, and we make ourselves into gods. We
Bend the planet to our will. The forests fall.
Our fires burn. The seas rise up while slowly
Being drained of life. The nights arrive, previews
Of death, and all the myths near their conclusions.
All the gods within begin to slowly perish from
The heat, and when they have, the darkness
Will return.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-12 at 18:36

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