The Dying God’s of Earth

A Poem

Photo by Luz Mendoza on Unsplash

The body is a home to dead gods —
lost lights of bone jutting like outgrowths
of coral from the face of a marooned atmosphere.

Your body is the home to a dying god —
Gelatin bending and refracting images in
messages flow back towards the source.

Your face is a mausoleum —
Pyramidic mythric legends — All long gone,
lives unheard and unaccounted for.
Eyes that have an origin.
Hands that are not your own
Lips that are not your own
Limps that are not your own.

Only a dying god kissing the air and the night.