The gods were born
in the first white flash
of a lightning strike, and clothed
in the crash of thunder upon
the virgin ears
of the man and the woman
who had appeared
in the lee of the storm.
They were spared the brunt
this time, but they couldn't imagine
what force, what fury directed
its downward stroke
all at once, flash BOOM
...was it Greek? Or Norse?
But neither of those
were invented yet. There
was no one left
over rain-soaked plain
but the mighty abyss,
the howling void -
and neither could face such a thing
again
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