When the wearied god’s climb down
From their languishing pedestals
And slip off their gilded, laden crowns

After they punch the clock for the day
Run to the store for a pack of smokes
Drive home and unpack their attaches

Once they make something to eat
Relax and turn on the world news
Kick off the shoes and rub their feet

Do you think they’re ever surprised
To learn of man’s inexorable hate
Abominations, and murderous lies?

Still they chant and yearn for our best
Tasked with the unenviable, cruel job
Of sifting out the damned from the blessed

Indefatigable scientists of the supernal
Skeptics praying their experiment succeeds
Despite the data, we’ll start loving our crucible

and each other.

Published by subversopus

I am a loveable and squeezable poet and writer. I live in beautiful Oregon with my cat and boyfriend. I love long distance hiking and have completed the entire lengths of the Appalachian Trail (2002, 2014) The Pacific Crest Trail (2012) and the Continental Divide Trail in (2013). Please check out my blog, ThetigressAwakens.wordpress.com and my poetry only blog, Everydayoneironaut.wordpress.com. Cheers and have a kick ass day!!!

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