Posted by: trisigmatic | September 2, 2016

Gotterdammerung

Today I found my god
in an ill-used corner of the world
spitting in the wind

and he was small, and squalid
and I wondered how I never noticed
before
when I had younger eyes
when to reach was to be lifted
not dragged down
when home eternal was a promise
I believed.

Dragging my heels
I walked away,
a man who’d lost
not a god,
merely the last refuge
of a child.

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