did the Gods cry?
Did they weep against their stone bindings,
Did they bang their head against their cold buildings
Did they slit their hands at all,
or chafe their wrists raw against the walls
that held her in place
Did any tears drop, where her blood poured, in that very space
Did their dried up blood boil?
Do they now deserve to be worshiped in that soil?
Did gravel run down their faces,
Will they ever resurrect from the ashes
Will they ever be able to survive
Will they diminish under the grief of what their names brought to life
Will they ever be able to forgive themselves
Will they now ask, to keep faith in them?
Did they try to help,
Did they pull against the prayers wrapping around their ankles,
Did they listen to the screams of the angels
Did they fight for what they saw,
Did they allow them to eat her raw
Did their hearts tense under the weight
of knowing that yound blood was spilled
To quench a thirst they never pronounce
To the thought that a holy life was lost
To some blood hungry hounds
The girl never lost life in the temple,
The temple lost the God when the girl tremble.