I tooled a mold from clay,
melted copper, and cast a god.
For eyes I ground pebbles
from green bottle shards.
I carved a niche from the rock
along a mountain highway,
a shrine to hold my god.
Most travelers passed it by,
but occasional pilgrims stopped
to offer flowers or prayers,
and once a teddy bear
with a single button eye.
When the high priests heard
about my unauthorized shrine
they came with cameras and hammers
and broke my god on television.
They named me heretic and rebel,
for none but the high priests
have license to make gods.
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