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the gods are very far
‘and we’re lost out
here in the stars’
– Maxwell Anderson
a trickle beginning
the firstness of birds
the garden is working
on me
from often as far as a
dream this effect
translation? a roll around on the floor
wing and a prayer
crystals in the ear for
balance
live in the daily trace
the gone are our close
company
the gods are very far
delve over cloud
and under worm
drink up
in petrol tank
by dodger ticker
at the scene of any
accident
wherever earthquake
flood or fire or famine,
drought
the gods are very far
they do not live in
time as we do
it’s always party on
with them
many envisage the
abduction
but this is rarely fun
whisper or burn
how uncared for we are
and so must tend
wherever you look in a
mirror
or make up a mind to
confess
I met them once in a
book
cut down to size
you’ll see them at the
pool
or lulling in the spa
rude adventures
the moods they swing
through
packed lunch
spring in step
heigh ho
it’s off to work they
go
the gods are very far
imagine a headful of
nothing
this to be built
a wild careering market
the Aberdonian gulls
as you can see they’re
an inspiration
a tune is full of the
tree
I made a magic door
and the forest grew
around
made a track
all paws fell for
made war love
miseries anger
pictured all here in
the skies
the gods are very far
the answers to prayers
lie away from
prediction
otherwise – why pray?
why should gods be
bothered
with anything we ever
say
stars to fashion
worlds and what
have you seen them yet
today?
thought not
the gods are far
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