A god

A piece of wood or stone
adorned with jewels n’ sprinkled blood
carved into the shape of a god –
the work of human hands.

A mouth they have, but cannot speak
Eyes, but cannot see, ears but can’t hear
Hands they have, but cannot feel
Feet, but cannot walk, throat but no sound.

The eyes of its worshippers invoke
this piece of craft with awe n’ reverence
addressing it in flattering libations
a divinity in their infallible imaginations.

Faith, the size of a melon, permits them
to see what they want to see – a god.

Copyright © Ugo Nkwoala | Spilledwoords | 2020

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