Gods

 In the North, In the North

The Gods stood firm

Legs as fast as stone

Look on my works ye mighty and dispair

They seem to say

Just desert sands that blow remain

 

And People walking in their multiudes

Come to pay their respects

The dog cries

Of thunder shimmer

Across the blue oasis

And all of time seems

To glimmer there

In an instance

Of standing

Waves

Two possible futures

Split

In one he walks again

In another crubles to dust

This is the fate of every dictator God

That ever stood