They so wished to believe
We posed as their first parents;
Would you choose as father and mother
Chittering feral apes
Or lords descending from the stars?
Our 3-D aural projections convinced most
A few protested until
They met our army of ghosts
Past doubters make good priests
What are religions if not stories?
It’s glorious playing gods
And they like playing excited slaves
Constructing mansions for absent masters
Our client is pleased
She loves this world, its
Vast herds of birds and trumpeting elephants
But new terrors sleep within the earth
They must never realize
Everything you see hides something else