Gods created men
and left.
Now there are men,
men who made Gods.

Gods from Rocks,
Stone, sand, pebbles, wood.
From anything,
Anything they lay upon.

The bare wrinkled limbs
Carving divine eyes,
Celestial lips…
Giving Gods their halos,
and heavenly colors.

We buy our Gods.
And devout
to crafted Dolls.

… Built by same men
the same soiled, flawed
***** hand.
The sweat smelling stares.
Chiseled between foil alcohol,
inches of day break suns,
wax filled dark and
blinding ovens.

Minute granting forever.

And what do we bow to?
The Gods, or
Men who made Gods.