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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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