gods.
I offer much good of me
to thee.
For to know you is free,
you are all we see.
When I wake,
I stretch my hands to take
an idol with a sophisticated make,
model, a psyche-deep piercing stake.
Oh gods,
I live at your beck,
Ring, ring. An ace in the deck!
Chrome, bing, and all of man's tech.
CNN, Fox, news from a shipwreck.
Riches, riches,
as we sleep with the fishes.
Stories, stories,
to suit each man's wishes.
gods. Secret gods. Those never named so.
You call on me in crisis,
depend on me as Osiris,
I am the screen that is,
the undead that speaks.
Isolation brings me to the fore,
your gods, your trust,
your faith, your dreams
until I become the story,
the problem,
the lore,
the unwitting god.
©2020 by Ayo Okikiolu.
Context:
We give many things in our lives such importance, they could as well be gods.
