Antiquity
In my blistered ruined mind
I build odd gods, old!
They sit in irregular rows,
In a crooked cathedral ,
Like a pantheon of ornate oddities!
Each one dusty or lost, I have forgotten
Honesty…!
Cracked white china and blue filagree…
Each a stony façade,
Carved eyes hollow, staring!
Absolutely hollow and odd…
Staring like little divinities!
Sitting in irregular rows.
In a pantheon built of ancient asymmetry.
I have devised until my demise…
These are forgotten Ancient ones,
The little divinities of broken antiquity!
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