Adam

It was night, his belly was full, he felt safe
so he looked up.
The Milky Way shown splashed across the night sky
a massive wonderment
a great great thing
it must be a gods sperm
or the milk from a goddess tit
or the frozen thought of a dying cosmic eagle.
The moon stared at him with cold regard
why doesn’t it stop staring?
Is it guarding us or waiting to eat us?
Suddenly he knew what he would do
and he planned his strategy carefully.
He would call himself High Priest
and the rest of them would listen
for he had conversed with the gods
and you must do as I say…or else.
He walked up the steps into his private jet
and with smug delight
sang a little happy tune.

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