Paper Gods Poem by jane heart

Paper Gods



Finally a wage for our trade in open arms,
wishes and fine, handsome eternities.
A book and then God!
A smile then a plush, revealing nod to
tempt and extract our lone appeals
Give us wit and a suit that's cellulose
armour!
A planchette and the plug,
God with tags
or dog
that wags
Before it is taken
and fire licks our paper
dragons.

Friday, January 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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Saint Cynosure 07 January 2015

I really like it... a lot

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