The Ancient Gods in Perfect Geometric Shapes
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The skyward gods (like levitating shapes
Of gold) float flawless, utter in the air,
The ether, far above their crimes and rapes
Against flesh, boys and girls. No screaming prayer
Affects these deities. Their forms, though pure,
Fly arrant as the nightmare demons of
Seduced survivors ever. We are sure
That gods are evil in their crime of love
In perfect forms, perfection as in spheres
And circles while thrusts ravish teenage holes.
These gods splash down the world with teenage tears.
Gods genitals are more like spatial poles.
Their goldenness stakes beauty, holds it in
The prehistoric air. Their hearts are sin.
~ Phillip Whidden