No stranger to myth
I have shaped gods;
golden calves,
baby bulls of heaven
recast before any
can approximate worship
because my God is jealous
already, his world
gravid with idols
, and
iconoclastic
I would beat them
back to chains,
heavy on the neck
but so shining:
whether jewelry
or deeper bondage
I leave open
to interpretation
because both are heavy.
Instead of worship
I would have this mouth
under my solar plexus
open and speak a deeper bloom
than any made rose.
Tagged: bondage or adornment, false gods, myth, poetry, worship
