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The idol

They came under the shadow
of the huge Rock

scratching with small tools they excised
the figure as if by Caesarean section,
the arms spread out in blessing 
or exasperation. Look, they said,
we must do what we say
it says, but when they saw
the ripped umbilical cord their
senseless rage awakened. The Rock
looms so immense it is
hardly 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.