Because I once absent-mindedly asked
Teshub for rain he and the other Hittite Gods
Consider me a devoté. They turn up --
All thousand of them -- at the edge of my dreams
Or leave me flyers, offering to perform miracles.
Except for Tarhunt and Teshub, they've mostly
Forgotten who they were and what they did.
I plan just before I'm supposed to die
To slip in among them. Death's eyes aren't what they were
And acting purposeless? I've been practicing for years.
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