God

They see us

as the threat

dreaded knowledge

black gold beards.

Unaged skin

shining and unblemished.

Captivated by our zeal.

They stare at what textbooks

can't define.

They bend their necks

to look closer at the book

The book is removed

they still bow until their knees

hit their foreheads.

Worship is the only way

to acknowledge a true God

that you have read so much about

but never truly

met.