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The idol

They come under the shadow of
the huge Rock. Scratching
with small tools they excise
the figure as by 
Caesarean section, its arms 
spread out in blessing 
or exasperation. Look, they say
we must do what we say
it says, but the ripped umbilical cord 
awakens their uncalmed rage. The 
Rock looms immense and
barely noticed, blood and
water leaking from the
wounded stone. They dash
the newborn idol onto it again 
and again but it will not break.

Godfrey Rust 2021, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here for permissions.