How Gods Are Made
What was left between the teeth:
Crushed pearl, the many coloured glass splints
Made it difficult to speak
The two girls, still alive
Bobbed up and down
Splitting rock,
Moving further inland
The town would be a simple matter
Being too strong to shake hands
They’d wave
Mounted on horses, their tattoos showing
Through veils, still scabbing
Further proof that they were human
Though sugarcane became them
And the hardened girth of dirt
Made them pass like water over death
Robin Richardson is a writer and illustrator currently living in downtown Toronto. She has been featured in Computer Arts Magazine’s Illustration issue as one of twenty international up-and-coming illustrators. Her works have also appeared in Filling Station and one of her poems will be in the Spring issue of Toronto Quarterly. www.misslexicwriting.blogspot.com
