Only Other GodsJoshua 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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