The first god, perhaps,

Thrust out of the black

Star filled sky

As a fist of fire.

It thumped the earth

With nickel iron

And set the field aflame.

Men puzzled eyes into its surface

And a mouth agape.

A clever carpenter

Grew a body for the head.

Very quickly, an interpreter

Discovered how to tell

Its nickel iron thoughts.

Good interpreters translated well

And men thrived.

Mad interpreters made men

Do strange things.

It took centuries for good sense

To see the god as stone and wood.

Men missed this god,

So a clever carpenter

In silicon and plastic

Is putting one together

More satisfactory.



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