When The Gods Gaze Into Your Eyes Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

When one god gazes into your eyes,
Will she see something good or bad,
Will she see the nose you have never
Seen and ask why you did not sneeze,
And have you answering you did, only
To be asked, but where is the evidence?

You will take out your handkerchief,
And spread it out and she will call
Another god, to help her see what is
In front of her. Look, he says he sneezed.
All the snuff of heaven that was in
His head and this is what he has to
Show for it.

Where are the golden nuggets, that
Were in your brain? We looked into
Your eyes and they were as empty as
A house after an eviction. What did
You do with your master's gold?

I knew that you look for gold where,
You did not put it, and like an ostrich,
I buried my head in the sand. Go look
There for there is evidence in the sand.
The particles in the sand will produce
A dusty golden glow that will force you,
To pick them up and put them in the
Hands of the gods.

The gods will be holding you by the neck, and
Tell you that it would have been better
To be a thief, for you would have stepped
Away with something, than to be one who
Shirks his duties and messes with the
Gold in their head.

Then you will walk away and go
And worship them, with doing as
You were told and when you sneeze
The golden nuggets will pen a poem
That will be read in the land of
The gods, for so good will it be
That the world will know you as
One hell of a poet, for you wrote
Them with a pen that has a golden
Tip.