once
it was
thought

that
perhaps
we ought

to make
a better
kind of god

so we
gathered
together

we
birds
of a feather

to get
this horse
shod

a project
sure
to be
fun

but
upon
being
done

we
spied
something
odd

this
hand-made
adonis

looked
too much
like us

a
terrible
god

we
could not
laud

so
we
ran
away

we
could not
stay

but we
vowed
we’d make
a better god
another day