Idol <br />by Ted L Glines <br /> <br />Jungle clearing nested <br />stone carved head <br />grey like time forgotten <br />lichen eyes watching <br />eyes stalking immortal eons <br />open grey mouth <br />black hole hungry <br />granite tongue protrudes <br />licking tasting what <br />carved of living rock <br />primal nature god <br />worshipped to life <br />hard ears listening <br />to ululations of <br />some far dim past <br />of innocent fear <br />slaves of innocent belief <br />ancient jungle drum <br />whum whum whum whum <br />bright feathered shadows <br />strutting dancing circles <br />around the fire <br />thunder rolling in the heavens <br />primeval lightning flashes <br />stone eyes glow <br />rock deep ancient voice <br />rumbles long forgotten <br />grey tongue speaking <br />words no human mouth can utter <br />whum whum whum whum <br />laughter of elementals gibbering <br />shadow shamans screaming <br />red fire casts blazes on stone <br />god idol once more alive <br />and hungry <br /> <br /> <br />Author's Notes: Is it the gods who create our deep spirituality or is it our primal fears and generated beliefs which create and empower the gods? What if we have created the gods in our own diverse images?<br /><br />Ted L Glines<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/idol-4/
