Plenty of people work out their religious thoughts in text. Some of the results are brilliant–see, for example, The Screwtape Letters. But I’m no C.S. Lewis, so I write doggerel instead.
On the other hand, this kind of thing is useful for keeping the words flowing. Speaking of which, new post coming soon on just that topic, so stay tuned.
A Fossil Prayer
Now I creep into the Temple, as the priests are gone away
As the beggars and the merchants watch a night come during day
As the children leave their schools, as the farmers tend no fields
As the ruler of the city stands behind his soldiers’ shields—
Now I creep into the Temple, with my basket on my arm
And I ask you, gracious idol god, to stand ‘tween us and harm.
Now I stand before the altar, where the braziers blaze and fume
Where the blood of sacrifices turns to smoke to fill the room
Where the endless golden tributes gild the altars and the gate
Where a dozen glorious gods will guide our city’s glorious fate
Now I stand before the altar, making tribute as I bow
And I ask you, snake and lion gods, to aid our city now.
Now I bend the knee in silence, while the heat grows ever worse
While the citizens around me cry and scream and pray and curse
While the clouds glow like a furnace and the earth is baking dry
While the wells are sudden emptied, and the sulfur stink is high
Now I bend the knee in silence, as my heart is full of fear
And I ask you, Baal and Asmodai, to make the sky turn clear.
Now my tongue is thick with ashes. Goddess, will you hear my plea?
Will the rain wash out the fire, will the desert turn to sea?
Will you come to aid your children who have poured out precious resin
On your altars and your shrines? Are they coming, all your djinn?
Now my tongue is thick with ashes and my throat is full of dread
And I ask you, Mother Goddess, why this curse is on my head.
Now the ash is all remaining. I am left to kneel alone
Now my flesh is cracked like pottery, my throat is filled with stone
The silent shell around me has imprinted what I am
An idol for the counting in the city of the damned.
And no gods have come to aid us, and no tongues will speak a word
As I kneel in prayer for Sodom, with all my prayers unheard.