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