Using God to plead.

I will use God to beg you
For she knows what it is to err.
Like a curse, hot from bowels,
She spewed us out of Eden,
To break back beneath the sun,
To pay for food & shelter & sex.
You will forgive for you know
What it is to be divine,
To hunger for wings so strong,
You built planes & parachutes
To never stop flying, to never fall.
To be so full of sin is to know
All the name for God & mother.
To be a god is to break something
Into the image of another.
I will not beg with my name,
Lest I swear on your flowers
To wilt, your universe to darken
For even gods fear to die.
In the pantheon of things, you
Are the first, the It, the
Alpha & judgment, the maker
Of gods of small wonders;
Phones, laptops & greed, twitter
& the commodity that is human.
You broke my altar, stone
& rivet, bolts & manacles,
& I, bloodthirsty like any other
God born of man, must forgive
For gods know what it is
To be human, to be tender, to be lost
& I must send my children
To carry their crosses, to die.

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