Decapitating Gods: A Poem, or Something

Nolan Foster
Superstitious white-collar Buddhists
hanging tissue-paper effigies-
hypoallergenic, of course, like so many
disposable surgical masks-
silent sacrifices to hand-me-down gods,
from days when rain still made
all the difference; decorative apathies
praying to keep those clouds coming,
as long as there'll be leftover change for
pachinko and ume-shuu, and pastel-pink
cartons of Palmall menthol extra-lites.

Teru teru days hang from crumpled necks
until filled in with smiles or
blank, painless eyes; maybe the
occasional mischievous grin is stenciled
on the ghastly bulbous faces of those
little cotton prayericatures, who seem to
realize better than any that threatening
the sky may not stop the rain, but decapitation's
more than a fair trade for gods you get to keep
as toys.

Published by Nolan Foster

Nolan Foster loves to learn everything about anything, and is always looking for new subjects to write about. Currently a freelancer for AC and editor of a collaborative writing blog, he lives in the Philly...  View profile

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  • Joelle Hoshi8/13/2009

    I love your poetry - always so surprising.

  • Camille Atkinson8/7/2009

    Very deep, I'm going to have to read it several times and I'm sure each time will unveil a new understanding

  • samaira8/7/2009

    Fantastic poem. Thanks for sharing...

  • Lucky M. Diaz8/7/2009

    Wow! This poem has excellent imagery and speaks to all of the senses.

  • Krysha Mayer8/7/2009

    This is a very powerful poem with strong images and message. Well done!

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