I beckoned to the the constellations
and families of celestial gods.
“Confess my sins! My evils!”
was all they mentioned.
“Just utter to them,
I am a beast, therefore
I am wrong.”
Simple motions driven by eons
of hellish fevers and rotting limbs
losing grips onto the drying grasses.
Forsake me for all time!
But I deny our evolution!
The laws of nature demand that I do so!
Even smallest bacteria and algae realize
the proper star to worship.