Gods by Nicole Terry We’ve got to get our selves together until every body’s sat down & been quiet. If you listen, the words are never there but the thoughts float around the room like picnic baskets full of balloons. The sky weeps & all the teardrops fall into the mouths of the weary; We feel like Freedom while the birds lament their wings & then we call our selves gods though our bodies are too tired from flying-- Where have our minds gone despite all of this Simplicity? It all seems too real to believe, so we spin surreptitious lies & trade money for flies & still feel like we belong In Everything. Should this arrogance cause us to drink 10 dollar wine, we’ll take a trip to Jerusalem, spread american dirt on the earth & claim this land for own. But we’ll spoil the jesu wisdom floating on the sea, because we are gods -- & we’ve all become Me.  ©  Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED   [back to Poems] [Sensual Poetry]