Altars to the God's Shape Poem
Altars To the Gods
to honor a
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?