Gods More in Man's Image

Your all-or-nothing God is dull, an
Even-tempered bureaucrat who
Dresses in a charcoal suit and has
An office, out of which he manages
The universe. We're told he's there.
He's never seen. He had a son who
People liked, a gentle man, by all
Accounts, but even he was awfully
Bland, and, anyway, he's dead.
I liked the lesser gods much more,
The fearsome, moody, vengeful
Ones, the ones demanding beating
Hearts or they'd refuse to let it
Rain, the ones who'd hate someone
On sight, and torment him
Because they did, the ones who
Liked to fornicate, and did among
Themselves and with we mortals,
Spawning demigods. These lesser
Gods were close at hand and
Couldn't be omnipotent. They
Didn't want to go unseen or put
On charcoal suits.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-10-12 at 03:00

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