Gods Comforting the Dead

Imagine a thousand pieces, a museum
full of these wandering deities, each
holding their hands out to the desperate,
the deceased spies of the living world. Each
smiles kindly, words or two
full of grace, full of an unknowable beauty.
So much that they terrify the dead and dying.
“It's too good to be true,” they think. They hold themselves
like a knot keeping itself from unraveling, they
bind to earth, they bite down. The gods
make their move, we make ours.