Demigods

Is anything larger than us?, you ask.
I tell you, no. You see the room
The final god abandoned. It went
Off without a note. It made its bed,
And, in its bag, it took away the
Bigger things we used to see.
It took the truth with all its dangled
Baubles: justice, virtue, even art,
So we're the largest now, each of
Us a god himself, who rules a
Universe that others cannot reach
Or comprehend, but one which dies
When we are gone, and we, though
Gods, are mounds of flesh, our lives no
More than pointless motion, like
The water's slapping waves. Nothing
Changes when we come, and nothing
Changes once we leave. Is anything
Larger than us?, you ask. Is anything
Smaller?, I reply before I answer, no.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-09-28 at 13:20

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