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Title: The Abandoned God
Author: Eunice Tietjens [
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In the cold darkness of eternity he sits, this god who
has grown old.
His rounded eyes are open on the whir of time, but
man who made him has forgotten him.Blue is his graven face, and silver-blue his hands. His
eyebrows and his silken beard are scarlet as the
hope that built him.
The yellow dragon on his rotting robes still rears itself
majestically, but thread by thread time eats its
scales away,
And man who made him has forgotten him.
For incense now he breathes the homely smell of rice
and tea, stored in his anteroom;
For priests the busy spiders hang festoons between his
fingers, and nest them in his yellow nails.
And darkness broods upon him.
The veil that hid the awful face of godhead from the
too impetuous gaze of worshippers serves in decay
to hide from deity the living face of man,
So god no longer sees his maker.
Let us drop the curtain and be gone!
I am old too, here in eternity.
Pa-tze-kiao
[The end]
Eunice Tietjens's poem: Abandoned God
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