Sex and Murder Magazine

By Christa A. Bergerson

gods don’t smile
they smirk and snicker
ponder and strategize
where to connect the dots
pinning tails on oblivious
monkeys

limbs gyrate frantically as they dance
the tantalizing tarantella
donning invisible cloaks
multitudinous masks
and fluorescent rainbows

we may pray and we may plead
but they’re impervious
and deign to offer a response
because they’re prehistoric vultures
purely narcissistic at heart

we won’t ever see them
coming or going
they always keep a guise
hiding those crystal ball
conjuring eyes