The Work of Gods

The Work of Gods
We still dig canals in different names,
Still trade our breath for borrowed gain.
Babylon learned to dress the chain
And call it progress, call it fame.

But inside me lives a tired god
Who remembers stars, not jobs.
So I create, so I sing, so I write,
To give that god a little light.

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