Poem #8/30: lesser gods

Grandma says at the end of days we'll place magnets in our palms, opposing prayer 

The mark of the devil over our third eye as currency 

That God will destroy the world again: burn us down this time, not drown. 

Mom roams the desert: Vegas, Reno - looking for doves / a way back to grace

Stepfather uses words like "breasts" and "tulip-flowers" 

Grandma says they worship demons & lesser gods 

After dark I look for stars, comets
my mother's headlights
hurdling here / away
pray to God, whichever one
to torch the Earth.

Take all of us.