Someone
who comes from somewhere
else just declared—
the emperor
isn't
divine anymore. Yet,
his dumb
little three-
letter name is still stuck
on the back
of every shattered citizen's
creased and useless currency—
which
is just as well, since god
is a lot
like a piece of paper
money—if you think he's really there,
he's there;
if you think
he's not—he isn't.
But good luck
not-believing
in even
the tiniest thing—
in the overstuffed
and crumbling
dominion
hence-
forth to be
known as—Everyone Else Does.
