trouble is: i cursed myself, i guess
upset some deep magic--well, these things happen.
not much left for it, but to wait
or buy a gun & life insurance; options, options.
i ran afoul! the deal was simple
so i thought. i worked for a man who sold his image
protected by steep vows--
irony, how he disbelieved them,
but oh! they believed in him
and i (fool!) believed neither.
Plato asked why we needed such gods--
serve Truth herself! but no, innocent philosopher:
we need gods not for Truth
but for deliverance from evil
--if no gods lived, who would fell
other gods on our behalf?
and i: such a stupid little man
no mantle gods to defend my clumsy reach
or even stay my hand. i struck
a fool's blow and staggered back, leering, aghast, self-cursed.
july '09
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