Don’t Be Fooled
The gods’ eyes, even when the gods are turned
Away, are staring at us. Egypt’s gods
Are set askance. Mortal sins are discerned
By monumental eyes. Temple facades
Are covered with sly looks from faces sloped
Away and sideways angles from those shapes
Pretending that our secrets are not groped
By godly glares. Nothing human escapes
Their espionage. And Jehovah looms
The worst, or Allah, looming behind their
Veils, each one peering through thick clouds for tombs
That they can make, the fates that they lay bare.
The gods inspect us even when they wink,
Turned sidelong, masked. Their eyes can smell our stink.
