You’re busy trying
to exalt yourself above gods created in your own image. Shattered
arms are unable to praise that which cannot be
seen in a mirror. Spiders clinging
to your heart that might run
better on lithium.
Deification is a painful process,
(the ichor takes
a while to kick in.)
You don’t need
bamboo to hold you up,
we are not a spineless people.
You close your eyes
as the pit in the earth grows
wider. (You are the earth.) Summoning magi for counsel,
bidding ouija for answers,
beckoning the deep,
invoking all but
the Holy Spirit. Why are you eating
your own organs?