They are small gods
Who tumble so easily
When Lila woke to find
Blood on her sheets
They pitched and must not
Have been so powerful
To begin with
How could they have been
If it went so quietly
In the night time whispering its
Way out of existence
All of the never-wills
And the would-have-beens went
Crashing through her mind
Took her by the spine and
Reverberated there
Quaking then crumbling the pedestals
Those gods were too small
To do anything but gape
Fumble with the keys and
Blink too many times
As between her legs
Echoed
A stillborn alleluia
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