Oh, How Cold the Bible Can Be, Ty Martin

Oh, How Cold The Bible Can Be By Ty Martin

body made up of silver and gold they called me “one of the greats”, yet i felt my teeth turn into copper and suddenly i was fake. there was not yet a word to describe the kind of metals that made up us and while they choke on papyrus and wine, we pray to gods of stardust.

we furrow our brows, paint above our lips and exchange the textures of iron press together our fingertips, while staring eye to eye asking what we’re made of. are we silver or gold? iron or copper? or did we get lost on the way or maybe we’re all stardust that within the earth, we lay.