PROSE POEM 1

We came to the mountain where they had crucified a god, the giants forcing it on this steel cross rising to the heavens from among the snow of the mountain and the deep blue of the sky, and it was immense, the god, a kilometer of flesh going upwards, blood-drops the size of houses falling from unseen wounds far above where the hands had been hammered through. I watched the scene and wondered as this was a god, then what kind of beings could have done this? Should I worship them? Would they notice me... I turned and looked at you, and you were not looking at the huge form before us, but away, at the sky reaching away to space, the curvature of the earth.

28.02.2013