# Cave God

Author: Huskyteer
Tags: Bear, Poetry

#8 of Poetry

This poem appears in the second [adjective][species] poetry collection, curated by FA: poetigress - do take time to read the rest!
When I was little, I was fascinated by a picture in one of my books on prehistoric life that represented early humans worshipping a bear skull god. Later, Neil Gaiman's description of an ancient ritual in American Gods had a deep effect on me. Hence, this.

As you made fire,  
so you made me.  
From the skull of a bear you killed  
not because she was attacking  
or had attacked before  
but because she might attack  
From the skin of a sleeping lion  
you tracked and speared and thanked  
From these things, you made a god.  
From nothing, you made the idea of god.  
You named me as you name your children.  
In me you pour your prayers  
your fears  
as you store meat in your clay pots.  
I am your bear-lion-god.  
I am dead things. Empty space. And power.  
What do we make next?

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ZmMdrake
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