Another Accidental Divinity
Born as a god that I wasn't supposed to be
I accidentally find out that gods have their own gods
And I ask, can a god with a god even be a god?
A monkey looks at me unevenly
He dares to ponder this exact thought
And I look at saviors this way
From a crucifix beaded and beaded with sweat
Wrapped around a loved one’s arm
A foreign blessed tourniquet; far from finger turning
He fixates on me, lingers pointedly, with this look that says
'I need there to be a god so that it means that I am not god'
You are, you're god not me; god knows, but not me
But ESPECIALLY not me...god knows too though
Published at Danse Macabre