Altars to the God's Shape Poem

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Altars To the Gods


I once

saw an

altar built

to honor a

God. Which

God I do not know.

The day was overcast

and threatened rain. The

years and the elements had

wrecked havoc on this altar. A

mouse scurried across this crumbling

stone. A bird of prey swooped down and

carried away this small creature. A sacrifice

for a God? A couple of filthy haggard dogs came

around begging for a hand out. In years to come will

our altars to our Gods fare the same?


Shirley Smothers

◄ Rain

Stormy Blue Eyes ►


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