Sometimes a nonce god springs
Into being. For a moment
He's all-powerful but then
His followers lose interest.,
With luck, He finds a paying gig
As god, say, of mixed-blend fabrics
Or illegally-downloaded music.
Without it, He willy-nilly joins
The down at heels gods
Watching for the faded men
With battered trucks at dawn
Near the corner of Bell Boulevard
And 206th Street.
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