the gods were jealous of us,
how we shone too brightly in the pool of heaven
we were that which philosopher’s dreams were made of
sitting in the long dewy green grass and blue jeans
analyze the distant stars
we were born in blood and hair and spit and tears
animal bodies tempered with spirit
fierce breathers of air, stomping into the earth
making plows of our feet and fingers
skin felt so good to wear
leaping, laughing, jumping in deep water
sand between toes and the pleasure of pasta
I was bitten and bit in return
tasting red, warm iron mixed with salt
fisted glory, rage and passion
how we fought, were overcome,
Tell the story
we dig for, seek in strange places and
find only in coming home.
Make jealous of us.
Tell me how
much like gods we are.