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gods only die 
with popular wisdom 
where we tear them down 
set fire 
where we lullaby
fall asleep 
forget 
let tourists in the Pantheon 
that's when the gods are making a living 
thumb noses
mock their garments 
trample the effigy 
piss on them
shit 
wipe arses with their holy words 
would you say that they had our attention now?
so many believers 
do all of this with the gods of their enemies 
so that we'll know what they believe 
to keep their gods alive
where we come in disguise 
and say their secret names 
it's ours to misbelieve then 
gods die 
when we stand up to light 
when we put their fires down 
recite the date till it sticks 
count years since the last miracle
when we call the clouds to us 
lean into the world's wind 
pinch ourselves 
call the garden home
own up to our blessings 
confess it was us all along 
and no, we don't know
when we dream our own way 
where we call the sunshine ours 
 
and the garden is the miracle, tying down the sun
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