From the garden to Jerusalem

At the table somewhere nowhere special

Excepting that its where I am with you 

and so it is

Axis mundi

I Am

building you an idol

From potato wedges, too cold now

Its a cow

I say

Or better yet, an auroch

And you humor me with gentle jabs and

Eyes that roll in well worn grooves

Its story time

I ramble on

About the Minoans and the primordial bull worshiping ancients

Stealing fire haphazardly from half remembered bits of

Archeomythology and children's stories

Coyote at the gates

My cow, you see, is just one in a line with

Many such sacred relics, stretching back to before Ur and Troy were but gleams in some hunter's eye

You Are

patient, with me, somehow

I do it to steal a smile and, knowing this

You choose your moments sparingly

Though in truth I mean it

All the best artist tell true lies

You see

Perhaps you know this too

I wonder back to when some long lost human

Woke earlier than dawn to paint the walls with something beautiful 

And told a story to their lover

Perhaps they smiled and

Adam's finger touched the throne

You knock it over, kali in a t-shirt 

And I make crocodile keens to a heaven I pretend is somewhere up above

But I know

The lord is jealous and brooks no idols 

I simply eat, then, the body and blood 

Basking, simply loving that

You Are