Myth of the Sun God
On the first morning
the sun-god broke into his ribs,
“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-”
“You will always be barefoot in the
house of god.”
Jordan Hoban was raised in Monroe, NC. He enjoys gardening and singing.
Read Myth of the Wise Hero, also by Jordan.