Within these walls
reside broken gods
cast from their pedestals
left to ruin
all who practice
within their dreamscape
Awash in Viking’s blood
candy painted foxes
frolic upon waves of peacock feathers
dooming astronauts
who fall from the starless sky
How far you float
depends on the tea you drink
from ritual writing
to cultivating the ingredients
Blink and become the sacrifice
to the bewilderment
of all chemical based things
that crumble into atoms
at the base of rusted pedestals
to the broken gods
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I hope you enjoyed the ride. Please let me know how you feel.
[Edit:10/30/18] — On 10/01/18, The Drabble accepted and posted “Broken Gods” on their blog.
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To My Recollection 
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The castings
wrought
by the hands of men
cast aside
and now rusting
Something new
under a viking sun
Hands raised
in thanks and praise
to the One
Same hands
raised to plead
as the thunder and the rain
dash their skulls
against the rust-stained columns
In the night, they burn
emeralds, rubies, and golds
The foxes make off with with their skulls
Nothing satisfies
the broken ones.