Sonnet XXXV: The Goddess said Amen

©June 27, 2022, Olan L. Smith

       She empties heaven's life into the storm,

The gods' own mortality ― now in men;

       Their love of grief, they know erotic form,

A mortal plight, the goddess says amen.

       When lotus flowers bloom, the gods are flesh

In rampant hate and gross vulgarities.

       The gods are curbed and suffer mortal death.

A grass root wish, the death of deities.

       The price is not enough; men disobeyed,

Dislike until the end of time foresaw,

       Men do bleed an idol's air; the gods fade,

       A society grieves, they kill with awe.

Forever, humans seek forgiveness, lone,

       And willful, humans lay in ruin and prone.