we are all gods
inadequate and body bound
praying daily
to ourselves
for redemption
sacrificing monthly paychecks
on bar room altars
of bare lightbulbs
ever careful to ignore
the switch
we are all demons
red eyed and selfish
demanding
total obedience
from what we believe we own
casting daily
little spells of hatred
landing in sticky messes
like dropped eggs
we are all children
frightened and alone
but convinced beyond question
of the truth in our own games
wearing ill-fitting
hand-me-downs
there is space to hide
from the demons
and the gods
in the mirror
Little Flower Book by Wayne Myers