Cave God by Huskyteer

As you made fire,
so you made me.
From the skull of a bear you killed
not because she was attacking
or had attacked before
but because she might attack
From the skin of a sleeping lion
you tracked and speared and thanked
From these things, you made a god.
From nothing, you made the idea of god.
You named me as you name your children.
In me you pour your prayers
your fears
as you store meat in your clay pots.
I am your bear-lion-god.
I am dead things. Empty space. And power.
What do we make next?

Cave God

Huskyteer

29 April 2016 at 00:56:29 MDT

This poem appears in the second [adjective][species] poetry collection, curated by poetigress poetigress. Do take time to read the rest!

When I was little, I was fascinated by a picture in one of my books on prehistoric life that represented early humans worshipping a bear skull god. Later, Neil Gaiman’s description of an ancient ritual in American Gods had a deep effect on me. Hence, this.

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    This puts off a really nice vibe. I love the mixture of prehistoric imagery and thoughts on the nature of religion.

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      Thank you! I'm really glad you liked it!