What It Took To Be God

by Jerry Ratch

They borrowed birds from the trees

And forced me to sing along with them

You could say they made my heart burn

But we all know some of that was fake


It was a direct route

From sleep walking

To sleep shopping

To this


I guess I lived a

Pretty dangerous life

I was like a human pigeon who's busy

Avoiding footsteps in hell


Well, the devil

Needs a date


So …


This is what it took to be God


Next they let the angels out at twilight

The dark twins of bats and

Their troubled undersides



Now flying low over the rooftops

Drying out their new wings

In the silvery light

Like moths reborn

Out of dust