The Creator of Man — poem

Behold! I am the god of Man…

Behold! I

Am the god of Man

I dish out love, but it’s just not

Fair, I linger on the earthly sky

My wings yearn when I fly

To hug my heavenly creations, I

Created them and all their thoughts

As it happens I feel what they feel

Accentuated

I construct the women, melded

By the pieces

And make the characters who they

Are, the gifted are my most prized inventions, but

I love their genders, all their sex

For — as I should know! — they need each other

It’s in their nucleic acid, the blood, the vein which

Spill but all by my say

Though violence in my eyes is not needed, yet beautiful

Maybe a fascination with physiques and deep red

But I messed up!

These people, these things — these

Heroes and villains inside of my head

These women, these men are made

In my image

So I sought the Lord of gods, he

Assembled us all, we

Conversed, rehearsed, and dispersed into place

But you cannot create that which was made before

“You have no mind!” they told me

“No sense of creation”

So, there

I redrew

I imagined new innards and forms, I

Gave the world something they’d never

Even seen here before

And when they saw it, at first, they hated my god

Guts, said, “It’s bogus and absurd!” —

These gods, see, they like to yell — said,

“Go back to where you came!” they exclaimed

And so I did, I

Regressed to the old designs where

My creations cheered and greeted me with praise, but

Not long after they discovered my true name, the

Same men and women I had made before

Put me up and strapped me in, there

High on their cold mountain, Brr

See, they are my children and I like deep red

My own creations, written pure, have turned on

Me! The very beings, see, I was gifted to make

Now condemned to that mountain

Cold and grey

Where the Eagle eats my cold spleen —

Every freaking day —

The world would eat away at my soul, even

Though I still love them, that’s

Right, even now

Every stinking one of them

Because I’m the one condemned to the mountain

The prey

In pain for your protection, and

Hey, it’s okay, know this, as

You bow heads at my image, that

Since I will be forever there,

I am also the one condemned to care.

Thank you for reading. Stay blessed.