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Poem: “Playthings of the Gods”

by on Mar 25, 2011 in Poetry
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Playthings of the Gods

Playthings of the gods
Who aren’t really gods but still…
Paul and Peter warned us
Of their errands and effronteries
And we who ape their powers
Pretend possession of their insights
But they are greater rebels
Deep in their conspiracies

Between their world and this
A gulf exists
They peer across
But may not touch the soil
Except through us
We are the hands
The eyes
The hates of them

“You will be as gods,’ they said
Through their ambassador,
‘As we are now
So shall you be
Not really gods, but still
Like us in all but hopelessness.”
They have no hope,
Require willing hands

Pavel
March 24, 2011


Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."