she hates me for not falling before her
broken, articulate, decorative façade
to worship the image of what she wishes
the world to see, to admire and applaud;
hates me for kneeling before the true beauty
she is in full knowledge of imperfection,
for accepting the truth behind all her
painted meticulous propaganda.
fool though I am, I shall not fall to worship
the temple, for it is merely a construct,
even in its deceptive decoration,
its grand artifice, merely a dwelling
for the goddess inside whose glory outshines
it despite her thousand veils and blindness to it.
David M Pitchford
19 March 2013