God I Was


God I Was

I do not believe
I do not believe
Anymore, Yet I do.
I still see
But only the Petals,
Though I wish to see below.
The Snakes I fed
The milk of my Breast,
Wrenched.
Alas, it doesn't squeeze
Anymore.

They pierced me
And turned me blue
Like a peacock-throat.
And alive they kept,
Raised to the Everest bed,
And out of Me -
A God they made.

My terrifying trident
On their tottering tail,
Stuck to the ground
Of the icy hell ;
I wished to see.
Alas, They hugged me round my neck
With such darling Love
And soothing Respect.

But, I still see
Only the Petals,
Though I wish to see below.

Yeah, God I was,
Created to Love and Bless -
I do not believe
I do not believe
Anymore.

Yet I do.

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