False Gods

there is an empty room,

deep within man,

housed inside abandoned stone

hollowed by a curious god

searching for his own origin

that predates death.

that is where the hunger lies in wait.

the dirt is cooler there

despite its close proximity

to the heart.

there are oceans they say,

in between skin and bone.

these gods know nothing of humility

they were once stars after all;

…before they fell

you’d think they’d learn

instead they’re like children abused

taking out their wrath on the playground

and we’re bullied remnants of their war

they are addicts

they’ve tasted the light

they need a fix

just a little

when we die, we multiply.

one part merges with the light

the other becomes stardust

and mingles with infinity.

we are both night and day.

we are what those false gods seek

…….in the needle

they have no hearts

no pulse to circulate their disease

they are never satisfied

because they look in instead of up

they believed us fodder

and we nearly proved them right

did you know He liked to walk

at dusk amongst the gardens?

only the sound of crickets

and the gentle breeze

that put restless leaves at ease

is that what death is like?

a brisk evening stroll

after a long day’s work?