All of this can be yours
and for such a small price:
what man ever really wanted
eternal life?
This life is a joke, or trick
or a punishment
unless you can get the things
that make it worth living.
Take the Roman gold,
or the Egyptian tombs
the American forests
waiting for history to bloom;
fill your pockets with the towers
other men stare at in awe
robe yourself in skins and feathers
take the stars, take it all.
All I ask in return
is a small consideration:
a favor so small
it hardly bears mention:
bend your knee, worship me--
and what can worship be worth
compared with all the jewels
and mysteries of this earth?
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