Forgiveness and memory do not have to live at odds.
We do not need to compare ourselves to gods.
Besides, in the end, they all get laid on tables for dinner.
And a god is a meal that makes you thinner.
Costs more than its worth, and made worse,
a god is likely to put you through it too.
Not a fire or a furnace.
But against black cast iron on the stove.
Coiled red metal tracks traverse an oven.

Divinity has an appetite which never slows.

Gods became Gods
by not forgetting
what is owed them.