The Falls of Gods
Have no need for the ephemeral
Tide pools and eddy trails
Of man
And of his fickle creations

Man sees ant
Laboring tirelessly
And thinks how
Ultimately futile these rote
Machinations of nature are

When man can see his own
Futility
Then perhaps his world
Might be expanded
But not before

As the waterfall crashes
Like a primeval storm upon
The rocks
So too
Do I and all of humanity
Crash upon the ant

So what is to keep some god
From being the
Waterfall
To our smooth and
Supposedly wise stones
No more than haughty pebbles
Are we