Six Abandoned Gods

Six stone gods sat atop stone pillars,
Guarding the near-black seabed,
Guarding from the grey masked killers,
By currents washed colourless and dead.

Carved long ago by paranoid primatives
Who abandoned at sight of a better opportunity.
In the sky is not where gods live,
But deep in the sea, standing with circular unity.

Time slows the travel of light through a bottomless sea to a crawl,
Rain continues, raising the water,
And through the dim water six gods continue to fall,
And light follows, illuminating the slaughter.

The grey-skinned killers drift too, in no hurry,
Surrounded by several generations of kin.
Faces made calm by the cold water — no worry —
On the floor of the bottomless sea made dim by their sins.