Pagan Callings

In the middle of the wasteland

Where Giant was their God

they called him lord and master

and the people were his slaves.

They payed him all his dues

When he roared they cried

They tended to his every need

Then suddenly he died.

He fell,

his head a hundred feet

at least above the ground

And up the looming shadow rose

and down, and down he fell,

Down unto the ground

his shadow did surround

Where else could he be found?

But down unto the ground.

The people gathered round.

around the flattened ground.

And no one made a sound

around his corpse atop the ground.

So after seven days and nights of waiting for his dinner plans

The crowd around the broken ground dispersed as from sieve.

The people realized they need not collect his massive spoil

So they went and found, on other ground, a God for which to toil.