Myth of the Sun God
On the first morning
the sun-god broke into his ribs,
said,
“Have a sunrise,”
and we took it.
Now we throw bones
across the sky.
A dumb-god tosses in his sleep,
no longer tasting ash,
“you’ll learn fast that
silence is tongueless.”
The first moon-god I met
laughed as I struggled for breath,
“You can walk over broken glass barefoot
if you walk on it flat-”
mid laugh:
“You will always be barefoot in the
house of god.”
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Jordan Hoban was raised in Monroe, NC. He enjoys gardening and singing.
Read Myth of the Wise Hero, also by Jordan.
