Only Other Gods / Joshua Alan Sturgill
Gods can’t make machines.
Their blood
flows around them
into eddies of revelation
— bison over plains,
silk robes in a storm —
and their voice
spills out everywhere
to call to cast and kiln.
What weight
can’t they carry?
Time and gravity
rise and end
in a flurry of illusion
— living stones larger
than themselves
(though comparison
is also their domain).
Gods make
only other gods
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