I said “no”
To them—the godlings,
The golden, the chosen ones,
The hateful children of Set.
They made me an offer I couldn’t refuse,
So I did.
Then I was nothing—
A dung beetle.
Their sneers came
From high on a mountain—unreachable.
I was tiny from where they stood,
But still they raged,
And for vengeance they took
What little I had.
But I had a need for something
For anything—
For the touch of hands on skin,
For compassion,
For love.
They had taken my food,
The sustenance my soul needed—
The unwanted droppings of better beings
And the stomach of my heart
Grumbled
When he glanced my way,
When he walked past
Till the day he asked
The question
That my heart hungered for.
But I was fasting.
I said “no.”