I don’t know if a god
wrought of another
can be killed
with brass knuckles
like those I wear in my dreams.
–
They are good only for bruising
and battering things.
They don’t draw blood,
at least not past the surface.
–
Just pooling it underneath,
like testaments to the future-
darker than you had hoped.
–
but perhaps,
a god as such
is only killed by the bruisings
afterall
–
The not quites and the failures
that are fine when you wake up.
Just sore spots to touch tenderly
throughout the day.
–
Ego blisters filled
with self-sung prayers to
heal your own heart