I
wrought from grains of sand
in the gaps between the stars-
I need not be a god.
The clouds smear across the sky now.
I have seen the oceans rise
have watched the great glaciers crumble.
The waves lose all their freezing bluster on my shores
and their creatures die.
I have witnessed great storms
have watched them sweep across these lands
seen fires and floods, winds, earthquakes;
I have watched great cities fall.
I have seen wars
seen governments slaughter their own people;
I watch famine and disease run rampant
and behold as thousands poison themselves,
desperate.
Why should I want to be a god in these times?
Why should I need to?
What more could I ever know
and what justice could I find to inflict?
No. I know too many things already.
Leave me to my bed
and move elsewhere with your misery.