I, God

By Angelos Sofocleous

 

On the city’s high castles

they put me one day

as they thought that I was God.

I wish they knew

what I can see from up here.

Cement and shut curtains

while love looks hidden.

Domes which pop up

– they’ve built them for me.

I don’t know why, however.

I know that I exist.

I don’t have a place in their lives so,

here, at the top of the hill,

I’ve built an effigy

which sees them all day long.

This is what they often see

and ask favours from it

while I’m sunbathing

a little further.

 

Photograph: Chuck Andolino via Creative Commons and Flickr

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