Kit Kelen #1096 - a bother of gods (for godsbother)

1096

a bother of gods

for godsbother

collect in a name

or call them a mountain

never to climb

tussle too

you won't say beginning

but have a word this way

all are forgetting now

they were gods, the gods

when we believed

forests were tall in them

leaflit and lost

lightning struck for anger if

our fears were all natural

when sunbeams moted starfall

in wonderment we lay

everyone older than us

is dust!

and was

so we were the one of will-be and when

heed the prophets when they say

page full?

you'd simply scrub at the mud

there wasn't a ceiling fan to come under

no one could catch the sun

Earth sang

and all the ages under

we were yet to dig

when we were lit

how dark hearts down there

techne

I'm telling you

three girls and nine

and someone dug a trench for warfare

blood! the ghosts would come

everything was full of gods

when we were their loved, despised

shaped them then there from the mirror

as they'd cast us whole

let's say prayer's a two-way street

they were on every corner

hearth, kith to kindle

we were top of the to-do list

in clouds and parting

bolted blue

the world was a pillar once

all turtle's back balanced

came down the river

zwickelfisch floating

first snows of us fell

and we would say autumn

here's lyre pluck and we'll come to scales

pour swoon

by heart

so tell cicadas

swam once

the sea came too

every boat lifted

Ocean was river and took us away

that was run around the world

when map was speculation

days of 'who got nuttin?'

knock on wood

you can take the rug from my floor

but the gods fell into mechanical type

found us all up a tree

the boy bloomed

(that was a dad joke)

how very very alone

wasn't it we slept then?

someone said the end of the world

but skies were yet to fall

9 to 5 was once

and the holiday loading

sang Red Flag to a Christmas tree

it was the hidden hand all saw

a bother all this hallucination

there wasn't such a thing as luck

not a single arrow could ever arrive

that tortoise knew that hare

must have been the dream

stretch for the hell of it

everyone could

we – big enough to build a meal on

how few to worship

they were unnumbered

the numberless they are

look under and over

your pants are falling

while they're on fire

someone must have said

'grow up!'

days of the week called after

world in streets

our printed circuit

then we climbed to the top of the hour

nice fitting noose

of hopes alive

in hungry years

parents would have eaten them

so matter of fact

we were deictic

with it – stuffed!

and count such selves

it's summer to a breeze

they say

made a myth run ragged

gods of this of that

the other

filing all confused

and always chasing after love

away from the fight

taking things too far

and further now

now we have burnt

have drowned

homes built

everyone could have been welcome

pure streams were to drink

washed up

prayed to

anyone here ?

all nameless we were

as the world was wide

is and was

hadn't yet stuck

that was a guess to be blithe

they hurl boulders?

duck!

waking this morning

and a breeze blue rising

forgetting to expect

I've never seen so many webs

never seen so many spiders