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.
The Tigress Awakens 