Adam, Son of Prometheus

When an atheist writes about god,
Somewhere–in some random point in
Time-space–an iron anvil gets a crack
Down its spine. Or is it the Liberty Bell?
Or isn’t that what happens to your
Mother’s back if you step on a
Sidewalk crack? I don’t recall.

I am the first man, formed from clay
(Most creation stories are on accord on this).
If the statement "The first shall be last"
Is true, then I am also the last man.
I’m mixing my mythology here.

I was there when religion became myths,
And myths became classical studies.
I could never tell the difference between the three.
A god is a god is a god.
For some, one is never enough.
For me, one is too many. 

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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