When the
village burned, its gods
Moved to
the City except for Nifre
Who,
being old and having forgotten
What her
original functions were,
Had
become the goddess
Of lost
things and people. Her miracles
Were few
and usually pointless,
As when
she persuaded some mallets
To be ball-peen hammers instead.
Still, it was something to have
One god
left to listen.
If
distractedly, to our prayers.
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