poetry

Goddess We Worship

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With my nose pressed against
the frosted glass of the window,
I see the Goddess
in her shrine
hear chants of worship
in some obsolete language.


With a cold tap on my shoulder
she invites me in.
Then I see her
skin chipped,
black eyed, nose squashed
mutilated,
corroded and
rained on.

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