His super-self is in another place.
He says the word “Kimota,” and it’s here,
beautiful, terrifying, and sincere
beyond our mortal tolerance. His face,
suffused with glory but preserved from grace,
shines with a light that pierces like a spear.
He will grow tired of all he now holds dear.
Why should he hug the useless human race?
Gargunza brought our hero into being–
and what at last, friends, did our hero do?
Emotions heated and vast mind agreeing,
he gathered his creator up and threw
the body earthward. What remains worth seeing?
A skull that might belong to me or you.