gods Among Men

They came to our home. They took it.

Your country. Your home.
It's where you and everyone
You know and love and
Everyone they know lives.
You are happy here.
Everything is peace, all is well.
Safe, protected, secure.
It's your home. It's your shell

One day, standing on the beach
Friends and family.
Walking along,
Picking up shells,
Watching the ocean
Just enjoy the tranquility
Of your home.
Again, all is well.
Peace. Belonging.

Suddenly, something out
On the ocean!
Monstrous shape gliding
Along the water.
Never seen anything so bizarre
Your mind cannot grasp it
You have seen nothing
A large, looming shape
Floating on the water,
Gliding towards the shore.
Family and friends are
Staring out at it.
Mumbles of - what, where, never, could be -
Scatter the air around you.
You do not say a word.
Barely a breath
Passes over your lips.
The shape draws closer.
Dark, looming, massive.
What is it?

Finally, it stops.
Still out at sea
But you can make out movement
On the back of
The monstrosity

People? They look like people. But how could people be riding a monster? They must be gods!

You think yet dare not out loud.

For what feels like months,
Time stands at the shore
You watch as the shapes
Seem to detach from the monster
And use pieces of the beast
Scales off its bulbous form
Lowered
Into the ocean foam.

The shapes seem to be using pieces of the beast to ride the water! They are gods!

You and yours
Peaceful and curious
No fear.
You
Watch as the scales
Of the beast’s bulbous form
Bring the shapes to shore.

They look like us, except the cover! It's a different colour!

gods look like us after all!
The scales land on shore
And you stand in awe
The gods climb off
Onto the golden shore
They are pale, as if,
They are unwell.

Can gods be unwell?

They are wearing something
Dark garment, dark as night,
with odd flat round covers.

Thee gods
Drop onto their knees
Babbling incoherently!

What does it mean? Are they speaking?
And to whom?

They rise back up
come towards you and yours.
One god, a tall one whom
Looks like a man,
Pale eyes dimly bright
Smile stretches cracked skin

He talks to you,
you cannot understand
you talk to him
he cannot understand.

Funny. Shouldn't a god be able to understand and be understood?

Question it

The god pulls out an object.
Entranced, remarkable.
Never seen anything like it.
The Tall god thrusting towards you
He wants you to have it.
Taking it the Tall god smiles
broadly.
The gods offer more
Wonders truly
Amazing things.
You want to know where they came from.
Where gods are specifically

You invite them home
Break bread.
The Tall god is polite,
trying to understand.
The others
suspicious, upset.
Stern and cold
sitting with their backs straight.
Unmoving. Eyes like holes.

No matter. They are gods and gods know best. So, you correct your posture and fake best.

A few months,
Years,
Days go by.
Time like a burn
Some are turning ill
More gods have come.
Huge monsters gliding
Are they gods?
Still...

That's ok. There’s room for all of us! Plenty to share! My home provides!

The Tall god smiles.

Thee gods
Drop onto their knees
Babbling incoherently!

One day, people are sick.
They are very sick.
They die.
They die.
The gods cannot help.
They do not even try.
The Tall god says their Will

….at least that's what it sounds like.

Time goes by. More
and
more gods come.
Fragile gods
With features still
Maybe, after all
gods aren't real.

The gods are angry.
They say this is their home now.
They belong here.
The plan of Will
gods will
There is not enough space
among the gods.
Why gods need a home
Bothers me still

The Tall god smiles.
He gives us a gift.
Something to keep wrapped around us.
Something that keeps us warm.
Protection from the sightless
Protection from the norm

Thee gods
Drop onto their knees
Babbling incoherently!

One day. People are sick.
People are sick.
They die.
They die.
Why do you not help?
They do not even try.
The Tall god smiles.
It's not our place to decide.

gods Are everywhere now.
Building
Sights unseen,
Huge monstrosities
Bearing over us still to
Those who remember
How strong when so ill?

Clearing space
Sweeping up
My friends my family
The Tall god smiles under the Brim.
Push on! Push on!
Push on still!

We stand, we stand!
WE FIGHT!
We try, we try!
The gods just laugh
And use their magic
And might, powers beyond
Me.

We die, we die.
Prison without key
for those
Few who ‘survive’
Absent nature's
Luxury

Thee gods
Drop onto their knees
Babbling incoherently!

Babbling on still now
Babbling,
Babbling
Babbling still

The Tall god laughs
While the real God cries.