Gods of My Age

God is not a woman.

He abandoned us at birth.
We grew up alone.
Hating him for it.

Then, before my eyes,
You were inspired.
And began to create.

But you were not satisfied
With one story
So you wrote another.

And another.

Until one day
You couldn’t remember
The name of the first story
You wrote, so long ago.

I am amongst the gods of my age.
They fight for meaning
In stories and songs
That they will inevitably forget.