If Poem by Mandy Lee

if memories could be wiped with a pill,
perhaps I would overdose.
If people could be forgotten with a drink,
I'd drown.

If white lies could smother the truth
and make a person feel better,
I'd choose asylum from going insane.
But still I think you'd haunt me there.

If gods could cry,
do you think their tears
would make showers of blessings
upon the land?

Or do you think
torrents of damning water
and floods
would besiege the earth?

If gods could bleed,
do you think their lifeblood
would spawn wealth-springs
of new life?

Or would the earth just rupture
in fractured decay?

If gods could feel pain,
would relief suddenly come to many
from sympathy
and understanding,

or would the earth
just be racked
with tremors
that never go away?

If gods can do anything,
allegedly,
can they not also die?