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