Poem – Temple of a Dead god

Yawning mouth of stone

and eyes once set alight

the vacant home of false gods worshiped

still stands here day and night


here poor imitators,

were worshiped all the same

blood coursed down these stone’d steps

in a scowling blood god’s name


all his worshipers are ashes

rites unremembered dust

nothing but this tomb of sin

remain of misspent trust

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